A Christmas Tree
Christmas Eve, reminds me of a different time. A different place.
Remember, walking home from the movies late at night. Deep fluffy, snow and cold, oh so very cold. Snow crunching underfoot with each step. I used to wonder if it was better to breathe through your mouth or through your nose. Walking past the Community Building. A church made from blocks of ice with colored lights inside. That was nice. I wish the Community Building was open so I could go inside and warm up. Pushing on, walking carefully so not to slip and fall. Past the Post Office and Bowling Alley. Man it was cold. Pause for a moment, I can see my breath billowing upward. It's quiet, very quiet. Looking up through the light of a street lamp, it's snowing. Huge brilliantly illuminated snowflakes floating in the light against a black velvet night sky. I would open my mouth as wide as I could and stick my tongue out to see if I could catch one. Must keep moving or freeze to death. Pushing on, my forehead and cheeks beginning to sting. Feet are numb. The faint sound of Christmas Carols growing louder with each step. The intersection, stop for a moment. Giant Christmas Tree with lots of different colored lights reflecting in the snow. Christmas Carols, a bit scratchy blaring from the Vets Club loudspeakers. Beautiful nonetheless.
That's what Christmas Eve reminds me of.
A different time, a different place and I miss it dearly.
A different time, a different place and I miss it dearly.
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