A long storoem (story poem) for Countrymom's Senior Center Forum's December contest. |
The couple had grown old and alone. Their adult children lived far away. With each Christmas they became less prone to welcome the season, for no joy felt they. One year they chose not to celebrate in any way. Christmas would be just an ordinary day. They did state to all, Christmas for them was now bust. A week before Christmas late at night the couple awakened to a bright light in their bedroom, much to their fright. A voice spoke, “I come to set things right. “I’m the Spirit of Christmas Past. Pay heed to what I show you.” Their large-screen television turned on to display from the man’s past a delightful scene. “That’s me at age five on Christmas Day,” the man said. The couple watched as he opened gifts; his parents smiled away. Their happiness at his joy was plain to see. The tv flickered. Now was shown girls, teenagers all, gathered to exchange presents. “Just look at my head of curls!” the woman said. “We all look so strange.” As gifts were revealed, the girls exclaimed: “Just what I needed. How perfect!” “You knew what I’d like. How nice!” As each proclaimed pleasure, that gift’s giver smiled anew. The scene on the tv changed again. “That’s us in our forties with both our families at Christmas time. Back then love of Christmas did so empower. “We’d all gather to celebrate and give gifts – cousins, uncles, aunts, siblings, parents, grandparents, children on hand. All were joyful, loving -- no quibblings.” The Spirit of Christmas Past now asked, “What made Christmas special then? Was it gifts you received?” Their reply: “We basked in giving thoughtful items that fit “the receiver’s need or want. Our joy lay in a gift well chosen, not what we received in return. Whether toy, tool, gadget, necklace, clothes, it had but “to please its recipient to fill us with pleasure. But those days didn’t last. Everyone’s scattered or died, until now we are all alone, living in the past.” The Spirit’s voice reverberated throughout their bedroom. “You each know well Christmas’s true meaning. On your being related to receivers of your charity don’t dwell. “Open your eyes! Look around you, for worthy recipients do abound – at homeless shelters, those all ignore in nursing homes, many can be found “in the poorer sections of your town. Open your hearts to all those in need, and your Christmas spirit will rebound.” These words they were determined to heed. That Christmas they sought out the needy in hospitals, nursing homes, shelters throughout town. No matter how seedy their appearance, they gave smiles, laughter. The couple knew joy once again, not only at Christmas but throughout all the year. For the charity they forgot so long, now had their spirit standing tall. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |