Crowds have waned, the usual hustle and bustle that fills the walkway is now eerily quiet, while shadows playfully dance on the massive stone and log walls. As I walk towards the doorway, I am cheerfully greeted by two holiday wreaths standing guard on either side of the entry way. Welcoming all into the fishing camp, the wreaths seem to breathe and ooze holiday spirit from every fresh bough and glistening ornament. The enormous antlers nestled between the bristling greenery, rapidly release visions of a pleasingly plump jolly elf with his team of reindeer beginning their long journey through the clear cold and star guided Christmas Eve sky! Perhaps we will hear the bells of the sleigh as they make a quick stop for the steaming mug of hot chocolate and the plate full of cookies that beckon. Hopefully the reindeer remember those crisp juicey cold apple snacks, so rosey red and sweet, we put out just for them!
As I round the corner, gorgeous holiday decorations hanging from the Lodge's massive log beams, a perfectly decorated tree standing guard in the center of the Lodge, the fireplace flickering, rocking chairs now quietly still, resting from the earlier evening activities of holiday Guests enjoying the dancing flames while warming away the night time chill, a feeling of serenity and holiday happiness fill my spirit. My day almost complete, just a few more pieces, the intricate ins and outs of my daily puzzle will all be in place. Funny how I look forward to these moments of solitude and quiet, yet thoroughly enjoy my full speed ahead approach of each new day.
Walking back to the fish camp, the soft glow of the lanterns wrapped in their holiday greens, help lead the way, but the shadows and the images they create on the walls and moisture laden windows, only add to the mystique and magic of this fairy tale place. Rounding the corner, at first look nothing seems unusual or out of place but at closer observation, I notice my quiet late night must of been visited by...........all that's left is one tiny shoe, sitting alone beneath my wreaths. Imagination, much like the flickering flames in the stone fireplace, has just had another log added! As my mind roars to life, there are many things to ponder here!!!! Why would one so tiny be out in the wee hours of the waning night time? Was it a visitor from Mickey's Very Merry or is that one tiny shoe, a little blue and green Croc adorned with Mickey heads, all that is left? Have thoughts of the North Pole, Santa and his reindeer, a bustling workshop of tiny elves scurrying to finish each special toy, transported my tiny friend to a new place and time, after all this is a magical place! As I pick up the tiny shoe, it is obvious, it has just been left. Placing it where it can be easily found, I am sure its owner will dearly miss it. Perhaps much like the crumbs left in the fairy tale, it is a direction finder for its wee owner upon his return to reality.
As the next day begins and I return to my fishing camp, I notice the tiny piece of apparel has disappeared, hmmmmm, did its owner retrieve it? Questioning other inhabitants of the area, no one recalls seeing the tiny shoe, odd but perhaps true, it was lost and then found. As each small child visits this place, I find myself looking downward. Time, approaching the magical hour, Guests returning to the Lodge, I notice a tired little boy snuggled asleep in his Dad's arms, his small feet adorned with the blue and green, Mickey head Crocs. As he stood beneath my massive wreaths, Dad must of realized I was watching, a broad smile lightened his face, a thumbs up and goodnight wave laid to rest my weary imagination, yet who knows......this is a Magical Place!
As I round the corner, gorgeous holiday decorations hanging from the Lodge's massive log beams, a perfectly decorated tree standing guard in the center of the Lodge, the fireplace flickering, rocking chairs now quietly still, resting from the earlier evening activities of holiday Guests enjoying the dancing flames while warming away the night time chill, a feeling of serenity and holiday happiness fill my spirit. My day almost complete, just a few more pieces, the intricate ins and outs of my daily puzzle will all be in place. Funny how I look forward to these moments of solitude and quiet, yet thoroughly enjoy my full speed ahead approach of each new day.
Walking back to the fish camp, the soft glow of the lanterns wrapped in their holiday greens, help lead the way, but the shadows and the images they create on the walls and moisture laden windows, only add to the mystique and magic of this fairy tale place. Rounding the corner, at first look nothing seems unusual or out of place but at closer observation, I notice my quiet late night must of been visited by...........all that's left is one tiny shoe, sitting alone beneath my wreaths. Imagination, much like the flickering flames in the stone fireplace, has just had another log added! As my mind roars to life, there are many things to ponder here!!!! Why would one so tiny be out in the wee hours of the waning night time? Was it a visitor from Mickey's Very Merry or is that one tiny shoe, a little blue and green Croc adorned with Mickey heads, all that is left? Have thoughts of the North Pole, Santa and his reindeer, a bustling workshop of tiny elves scurrying to finish each special toy, transported my tiny friend to a new place and time, after all this is a magical place! As I pick up the tiny shoe, it is obvious, it has just been left. Placing it where it can be easily found, I am sure its owner will dearly miss it. Perhaps much like the crumbs left in the fairy tale, it is a direction finder for its wee owner upon his return to reality.
As the next day begins and I return to my fishing camp, I notice the tiny piece of apparel has disappeared, hmmmmm, did its owner retrieve it? Questioning other inhabitants of the area, no one recalls seeing the tiny shoe, odd but perhaps true, it was lost and then found. As each small child visits this place, I find myself looking downward. Time, approaching the magical hour, Guests returning to the Lodge, I notice a tired little boy snuggled asleep in his Dad's arms, his small feet adorned with the blue and green, Mickey head Crocs. As he stood beneath my massive wreaths, Dad must of realized I was watching, a broad smile lightened his face, a thumbs up and goodnight wave laid to rest my weary imagination, yet who knows......this is a Magical Place!
Your mind is amazing! How you can take one small little lost shoe and turn it into a story that is so full of life and thoughts of happiness.
ReplyDeleteTrust me my friend, you have a lot to do with it!
ReplyDeleteYour talent for creating immersive stories just gets better and better!!!
ReplyDeleteSomeday I will publish a book of Christmas thoughts, just for you!xoxoxox
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