T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS…..HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT

Christmas Eve Day. Santa’s on his way.

Blog short this morning. One of those mornings where everything is going wrong. Nothing serious. A big pain, however.. It is 10:30 as I start the blog. I have been trying since 7.

Observed something yesterday that was scary. Very.

I was in the golf course complex driving to my home. All of a sudden I saw a baby running around crazy. Looked like a little girl. One to one half years old. Clad in only a diaper. Barefoot. Long curly blond hair.

Running around screaming on the road, grass and into and out of the woods.

A man was chasing her slowly. Everytime he got close, she screamed louder and took off in another direction. Obviously not her father. A good samaritan, however.

I stopped. As I did an SUV coming in the opposite stopped and everyone got out. All running towards the child. Obviously the baby’s family.

By this time, I had to move on. I did so with a sense of relief.

What a horrible feeling for the parents. Somehow the child found a way out. She will never be out of their sight for years to come.

I have shared in recent days happy Christmas stories from my past. Today, though funny a not so happy one.

The children were young. We were living in our first home. I had built on a large family room. Forty feet by 20.

It was where the Christmas tree stood.

One thing I disliked was trimming the tree. Refused to do it. I left the headache to my wife and children. They enjoyed it.

It was a saturday morning. I was home alone. Wife and children off somewhere doing something Christmas.

The tree was in one corner of the room. I sat in an easy chair on the other reading the morning paper.

The tree was large width wise. Probably 8 feet height wise. Loaded with bulbs and lights.

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the tree move. It was. Slowly bending getting ready to fall. I leaped for the tree. We met in the center of the room. My right hand successfully grabbed the trunk.

Everything still intact on the tree. For whatever reason, I could not push it back up in place. I needed help. The telephone was 15 feet on the other side of the room. No way could I reach the phone without the tree going down.

There was no way to call anyone for assistance.

I stood there holding the tree with one arm for two hours. First laughing. It was funny. However as time moved on, it became a pain.

Finally after two hours, my wife and children came home. The first thing my wife did was shout at me: “What did you do?” I think that question began the road to my divorcing her 40 years later.

A visit from St. Nicholas. Otherwise known as T’was The Night Before Christmas. I close today’s blog with the last line from the poem: “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

Enjoy the day!

 

4 comments on “T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS…..HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT

  1. A GOOD RESOLUTION TO WHAT OTHERWISE COULD HAVE BEEN A VERY SAD STORY>I LIKED YOUR BLOG THIS AM> I CAN PICTURE YOU STRETCHED OUT HOLDING THE BASE OF THE TREE> MERRY CHRISTMAS LOU> WISH I WERE THERE—MARCIA

  2. I”M HOSTING A COCTAIL PARTY TONIGHT AT THE HAMPTON INN IN SARATOGA SPRINGS THREE PEOPLE JUST CANCELLED FEELING SICK AND GOING FOR A RAPID COVID TEST> I”VE catered food for 20 people. WANT THOSE THREE PEOPLE TO STAY HOME> ONE OF THEM IS MY SON>

  3. I think that question began the road to my divorcing her 40 years later.

    40 years later??? It must have been a road with a 5 mile per hour speed limit. 🙂

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