Two forty five in the early morning hours, wide awake and it is my day off. Never could understand why this happens. On days I HAVE to arise, this NEVER happens! With a full moon aglow, navigating the darkened rooms, easy. As I quietly make my way to the living room, the soft warm comfy glow of the Christmas tree beckons. Perhaps, I will sit and enjoy its final night, for daylight brings the tedious task of packing away the holidays trimmings for another year.
Laughing to myself, I realize I am carrying my pillow and blanket, sneaking towards the room all aglow. As if coming full circle, childhood memories of snuggling near the tree, hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa, invade my wide awake mind! Funny how I would always awaken in my bed, "Santa" would somehow transport me back there before he and the "Mrs." filled the room with presents.
Now settled on my couch, I open my little iPad, perhaps the wee hours will lend some inspirational moments, to the black hole consuming my mind. Hmmm, nothing! Searching frantically for the remote, I carefully turn the TV volume down, wouldn't want to wake Papa Bear! Ahh, the soft glow of the fireplace, warms my innards, even if it is on the holiday TV channel. Turning up the volume just a bit, I now hear the crackling of the burning Yule Log. Seemingly cozy, I return to my thoughts..........nothing jumping out at me but I listen.
Loving the quiet solitude of the night, I await the hoot of the owl! This majestic bird of prey lives deep within the preserve of my back hard, yet silence surrounds me! Perhaps it is too cold even for my feathered friend. Better yet, the hunt might already be over and with a full belly, he too is hunkered down.
As I watch the "flames" dancing across the screen, seemingly unimportant thoughts begin to swirl,
creativity begins to build, only to be squashed by the loud snoring of Papa Bear in his den. NOW, I understand why I was wide awake. Okay, maybe an early morning spot of tea, will suffice. I can always snuggle back down after.......maybe? Tiptoeing to the kitchen, I turn on the stove. As I wait for the whistle of the kettle, I peer into the preserve, moonlight casting ominous shadows, one can tell the chilly winds are a blowin'!
Christmas over, yet the holiday spirit still very much alive, Clement Moore's "'Twas the night before Christmas," pops through the black hole:
" he spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk
and laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
......but I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
What this really means: snoring has stopped, is Papa Bear joining me to bask in the warmth of the holiday season? Excuse me, I stand corrected:
"Clasping his hand around the remote,
With the press of his finger, my flames are now smoke,
This warm holiday spirit must be a joke,
It gotta be Spring, Papa Bear just awoke!
Laughing to myself, I realize I am carrying my pillow and blanket, sneaking towards the room all aglow. As if coming full circle, childhood memories of snuggling near the tree, hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa, invade my wide awake mind! Funny how I would always awaken in my bed, "Santa" would somehow transport me back there before he and the "Mrs." filled the room with presents.
Now settled on my couch, I open my little iPad, perhaps the wee hours will lend some inspirational moments, to the black hole consuming my mind. Hmmm, nothing! Searching frantically for the remote, I carefully turn the TV volume down, wouldn't want to wake Papa Bear! Ahh, the soft glow of the fireplace, warms my innards, even if it is on the holiday TV channel. Turning up the volume just a bit, I now hear the crackling of the burning Yule Log. Seemingly cozy, I return to my thoughts..........nothing jumping out at me but I listen.
Loving the quiet solitude of the night, I await the hoot of the owl! This majestic bird of prey lives deep within the preserve of my back hard, yet silence surrounds me! Perhaps it is too cold even for my feathered friend. Better yet, the hunt might already be over and with a full belly, he too is hunkered down.
As I watch the "flames" dancing across the screen, seemingly unimportant thoughts begin to swirl,
creativity begins to build, only to be squashed by the loud snoring of Papa Bear in his den. NOW, I understand why I was wide awake. Okay, maybe an early morning spot of tea, will suffice. I can always snuggle back down after.......maybe? Tiptoeing to the kitchen, I turn on the stove. As I wait for the whistle of the kettle, I peer into the preserve, moonlight casting ominous shadows, one can tell the chilly winds are a blowin'!
Christmas over, yet the holiday spirit still very much alive, Clement Moore's "'Twas the night before Christmas," pops through the black hole:
" he spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk
and laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
......but I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
What this really means: snoring has stopped, is Papa Bear joining me to bask in the warmth of the holiday season? Excuse me, I stand corrected:
"Clasping his hand around the remote,
With the press of his finger, my flames are now smoke,
This warm holiday spirit must be a joke,
It gotta be Spring, Papa Bear just awoke!
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