The page has turned to pumpkin spice this-or-that, yet my feet take me to where my mind wanders when the long hot days shorten into crisp night air. Strolling through markets and malls, my eyes dance over the wares, my fingers lingering on the flannels and fleece that forecast the days to come. Items are added to my virtual list for the nice, and even the naughty (they are not exempt from Mrs. C’s list). My mind’s eye sees the wrapping and ribbons, and tags printed just so. Delivering these items to family and friends is a joy, but the planning and anticipation is a journey that feeds my soul.
fall window shopping
puts extra pep in my step
-ping toward Christmas
Shared at Poetic Asides and Poems of Garden Gnomes
Picking out the family Christmas tree hadn’t been the same since Catherine passed away. She was the best at finding just the right one. Truth be told, he knew he was the muscle of the pair—it was she who had the eye for design. To him, they all looked the same!
That first year, James and Catherine’s son and his family made the trek home from Miami to try to help bring some holiday cheer to the now-quiet home. And he appreciated their effort – but it just wasn’t the same. Robbie picked the first tree he came to and insisted it was the one Mom would have chosen—James knew it was more because his son had become too accustomed to the warm beaches, to stay too long in the Colorado cold.
As the years passed, Robbie’s visits became fewer as his growing family got busier. And James found himself standing alone among the evergreens, hatchet in hand, missing the love of his life. Being in the mountains with Catherine were some of his best memories of their time together. He could almost see her excitedly darting from tree to tree, talking about how many more lights she planned to add to their tree that year.
James wasn’t entirely certain of how much time had passed before he realized it had been snowing. The cold air stung the corners of his eyes, where tears had formed. Blinking and squinting, he didn’t know if he could trust what he was seeing. It looked as if ALL of the trees in front of him were filled with lights.
Catherine had just sent James a gift from heaven. The beauty of the snow-covered trees, filled with more light than he’d felt or seen since Catherine’s death, gave him new inspiration. Instead of his annual trek with a hatchet to take down a tree, he returned to that spot each year with cords and generators and more and more lights, as a gift back to Catherine.
Shared at Flashy Fiction Friday
FOR ALL MANKIND
born a Savior.
Written for Poetic Asides #247: Gift. Also shared at “100 Days of Fall/Winter 2013.”
IN THE COMPANY OF ELVES
Here I wait,
one of many elves…
we worked all
year to get
him ready for his big night.
Hurry home, Santa!
Inspired by Poetic Asides Prompt #200: “In the Company of ____”.
Posted as Day #32 for the “100 Days of Fall/Winter 2012” challenge.
Each year I
wait, with cookies and
to stay a-
wake to hear him exclaiming:
“I am Ho-Ho-Home!”
Poetic Asides PAD Challenge prompt #30:
also posted as Day #27 for the “100 Days of Fall/Winter 2012” challenge.