It’s
hard to believe that Christmas is just a few days away, isn’t it?
Santa will soon be making his yearly run around the globe, delighting
both children and adults alike. Christmas is the most magical holiday
of them all, and it holds very deep and special meanings for all
of us who celebrate it.
It certainly
did for my family back when I was growing up in Juliette. Ever
notice how a certain Christmas will just stick in your mind? The
one when I was an eight year old boy certainly did. I can remember
being so impatient for it to arrive, each day was like the equivalent
of ten, and I was starting to wonder if Santa would ever get a
chance to bring me all of the goodies I wanted. In fact, I was
so impatient that I was sitting on our den sofa one pre-Christmas
Saturday afternoon with my nose stuck deep into the pages of our
Sears’ catalogue. I was perusing it for about the ten thousandth
time when I heard the front door open, and then I heard some cursing
that could only have come from one man. I immediately got up and
ran into the living room to see what was causing all of the commotion....
What was
causing it all was Ed Jr. He was trying to drag this big cedar
tree through our front door and into the living room. My dad always
went into the woods each year about two weeks prior to Christmas
and cut down a cedar tree. All of them were pretty big, but the
one he had in his hands was the biggest one I’d ever seen. My
eyes went up and down it several times, and I can remember saying,
“Wowwwww.....”
Ed Jr. stopped
pulling on the tree limbs for just a second when he heard me,
and said, “Hey, Al (his nickname for me, you’ll have to email
me to find out why I got tagged with it). This damn tree is about
to whup me, but I need a real big one this year.”
I was intrigued,
and asked, “Why such a big one?”
“Well son,
we’re gonna have a blue tree this year.”
“A blue one?”
“Al, we’re
only gonna put blue lights and blue ornaments on this tree. I
really want to do that. Don’t you think it’ll look great?”
Honestly,
I thought it would look just like the top of a police car, but
I didn’t want to tell him that. He seemed so excited about it,
so I just smiled at him and nodded. After that, Ed Jr. went back
to pulling on those tree limbs. Finally, after about fifteen more
minutes, he managed to get the tree into our living room. From
there, he popped it into the stand, and then he went on into the
kitchen to let my mom know that we could decorate it. But only
with blue stuff. And that‘s exactly what we did.
Christmas
Day rolled around a few days later, and I got tons of great stuff.
My mother and brother did as well. We were all real happy, but
it seemed that Ed Jr. was the happiest of us all, and it was mostly
due to his blue Christmas tree. I really didn’t understand why
until my mom explained it to me later on in the day. She told
me that my dad had a real good friend in the Korean War who had
died in combat. One of the things he’d always wanted was to have
a blue Christmas tree, as blue was his deceased mother‘s favorite
color, and he thought a blue tree would remind him of her. Unfortunately,
he died in the war and never had a chance to put one up. So, my
dad did it for him on this particular Christmas. My mom told me
she hoped that somewhere up in heaven that Ed Jr.s’ friend could
see what he had done. Then, my mom looked right into my eyes,
and said, “Honey, your father is happy because he did something
for someone he cares about. That‘s why Christmas makes us feel
so special inside.” I think that even at the age of eight that
I pretty well understood what she saying.
So, for each
of you reading this, have the best Christmas, and go out and make
some special memories for yourselves that will last a lifetime....
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About
The Author
Ed’s
latest book, “Rough As A Cob,“ can be ordered by calling
River City Publishing toll-free at: 877-408-7078. He’s also
a popular after dinner speaker, and his column runs in a
number of Southeastern publications. You can contact him
via email at: ed3@ed-williams.com,
or through his web site address at: www.ed-williams.com.
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This article
was posted on March 16, 2005
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