Saturday Evening’s Post

And so the day ends….
The sun falls and the last of its light stretches in an orange and purple band along the horizon.
The weatherman says it is 34 degrees outside with a real-feel temperature of 27.
But I don’t mind

I love the sunsets on days like this. There was no work today, but my internal alarm never lets me sleep late.
I walked through my house this morning to find my little girl snuggled and sleeping in her bed. She seemed to have a smile on her face and her blankets were tucked just beneath her chin.

This time next week, I assume my house will be completely decorated for the season. Our Christmas tree will be up and shining with its lights twinkling between the evergreen branches.
The tinsel will shimmer and sway between the ornaments and the candy canes that hang on the tree.
We will place our Holiday stockings along the banister of the staircase, and the holiday lights in the window will dangle and glow.
The house will seem warmer to me.
I suppose the house will seem warmest when we turn on the television and watch the classics like, A Miracle on 34th Street, or It’s a Wonderful Life.
I think I will smile most as I watch the same shows I watched as a child. Only, now I will watch them with my child sitting beside me.

Around this time of year, I make it a point to watch Boy’s Town with Spencer Tracy, and The Bells of St. Mary’s with Bing Crosby.
And while at it, I think I’ll watch Going My Way just so I can hear Bing Crosby sing, “Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra.”
I suppose I watch this because there was good in the world once. I like to believe there still is.
And I know there is.
I know it as I watch the wonder in my child’s eyes. When I see this, I know innocence and purity is not lost.
I know there is hope.

When my little girl woke this morning, she told me, “I’m going to stay up all night this Christmas just so I can see Santa.”
“Me too,” I said.
There are things I want this year, but I never had the chance to sit on Santa’s lap…

This year, I want to feel one step better than I did last year. I want to hear my mother’s voice and not the pain behind it.
If I could sit on Santa’s lap, I suppose I’d ask for a sign from The Old Man.
I’d ask for my talents to mature so I can make something more than I make now.
And while I’m at it, I think I would ask Santa for a “Do-over,” button… (If they make one, that is)
I could push it, and boom, I could have a second chance at some of the things I missed.
I’d tell him, “I’ve been a good boy,” and I have. Maybe I wasn’t good all year, but my heart was…..I’m sure of it

Anyway….
The sun faded and the sky has turned to night. After writing to you, I will take to the couch and watch some of the great holiday classics with my little girl.
First up; Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, followed by Emmet Otter’s Jugband Christmas.

Enjoy your evening, folks.
I know I will

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