With
the Christmas spirit all around, I find myself humming all the old classics. I
can’t get enough of them. Modern technology takes a backseat in my house. I
have an old purple radio with a broken antenna in the kitchen. It’s tuned to
the station that plays nonstop Christmas music, day in and day out. When I wake
up… first thing I do is head into the
kitchen and turn on that old radio, then make a cup of tea. I’m delighted beyond
words to listen to the songs. They bring me such joy. Something so very simple... brightens my day before it really begins. This is where my head is, immersed in
the magic and wonder of the Christmas season. But today as my daily routine began… I
pulled open the door to my refrigerator freezer. And... as I reached in to get an ice pack... for my aching back. And something
to thaw out for dinner later… a block of FROZEN bison meat, weighing
about one pound… flew off the top shelf, and hit me on the side of my head... before adding
insult to injury, falling kaput on top of my foot and toes. I shrieked. It
hurt. Really hurt. Did I mention I was barefoot. It became clear at that
moment... as the radio blasted holly jolly songs, and I sat down to nurse my sore
head and foot... that this was going to be
a BAD day. The universe had decided to derail that good fuzzy feeling I had
deep inside from the music… and replace it with the cold harsh reality that is my life. No Hallmark Movie happy endings here. Maybe tomorrow, I thought… as I said
the hell with the tea…
and hobbled to
turn the radio off
and head back to bed.
Secretly hoping for a white Christmas
in my dreams.
