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!