"Christmas Treasures"
by-Carl Schuler
Book I: Christmas Magic!
Book II: Christmas Perfect!
Book III: Christmas Perpetual!
A delightful holiday tale set over three
Christmas eves with a three-generation family.
Available through: Amazon books/search Carl Schuler
Peruse the author's other six offerings.
Enjoy!
Day 16
While mowing the
back yard, Carl’s lawnmower kicked
up a rock which shattered the
stationary glass panel of the sliding
glass door.
I
love the natural world, respect and revere the sacred beauty and concluded
simple-intricacy.
Solitude
beckons in its continuing saga of minute-to-minute, day-to-day, year-to-year
life.
If
one can learn to “humble” their most obvious
self-deluded importance allowing our selves to become “childlike” in innocent
appraisal of the natural world, filled with curiosity for discovery of the:
Who? What? Where? When? How? Of the universe with a hunger to understand some
of the wondrous marvel of it all. Do you have that childlike innocence? Can you
humble self to the focus of “learning”? Hmmm!
How many trees have you planted?
So?
Oh! Yeah: The broken glass panel? Actually, the patio door---and…two other
windows!
I
“played” a bit of golf in my time; played “at” it might be closer to any real
truth of the tale, but did enjoy the manicured greenery of fairways and greens
in Nature’s civilized conclusions.
Anyway,
I have always desired, actually, craved, ordered-neatness in my environment.
When
I was a kid, our house was immaculate. Never un-washed dishes in the sink; you
could have literally eaten off the floors in my mother’s home. Money was
limited, I realize that fact now; then, I never noticed. My “profession” was
simple: Enjoy life! All day! Every
day! Amen!
Okay!
So---that’s Hedonism! So…what? I’m no
saint; too simple for such luxury. Amen!
We
had throw-rugs throughout our abode masquerading as carpet; I always
straightened them.
Our
living room sofa was old, tattered, torn and thin; Mom covered it with a
bedspread which constantly wrinkled any time someone sat on it; I immediately
rearranged the disheveled fabric.
Things
did not have to be new or expensive, just, neat, orderly and tidy!
My
childhood friend was a “neat-freak”, stated in a meaning of respectful-love.
One
fine day, around nine, or so, in the a.m., I sauntered up the street to Bobby’s
house; his mom and dad were divorced and his mother worked, so, we had free
reign over the premises.
Bobby
was not unlike me: curious, innocent (to a point), a free spirit (mostly). And,
he was a full two years my senior. On this particular day, Bobby was even more
excited about life than usual; he immediately ushered me into his bed room to
show-off his newest trapping.
He
had a new dresser! I was impressed. He had garnered two orange crates from the
town’s grocery store, assembled wooden crates about a foot wide and as deep
standing two and a half feet tall when place on end. For the top, Bobbie had
scrounged a one-inch thick board around four feet long and a foot in depth.
These crude components he had fashioned into a “dresser” where he proudly
stored clothes and “our” baseball card collection. I could not have been more
proud of him; my friend; he had showed genuine ingenuity and creativity. What a
“neat” guy!
The
“rock-throwing” incident came about because I mowed our lawn every time it
began to look even the least bit “ragged”; usually, once a week, on Thursday,
but the timetable could vary, somewhat, dependent upon Mother Nature and her quirks,
time constraints, or, other things. But, quick as humanly possible---if not
sooner…neat and orderly! Aesthetically
pleasing!
Mowing:
Perfection! I found an errant rock…Voila! It, and several others, found…Glass!
Repair
time!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet Memories!
Christmas Bell Noel
Then:
In east desert tiny town
So soft upon yon holy mound
Fluffy flakes float fluttered
down
Pure-cleanse hallowed holy ground
Rustic humble stable manger-bound
Infant Redeemer-Savior sacred-found
Wind-whisper Silent Night soft-sound
Beckon sacred aura-halo heaven-Crown
Angels, saints and creatures
gather ’round
Innocence pure sight-white
swaddling gown
Adoring Babe in prayerful praise
inter-wound
Tranquil harmony in peaceful
spirit-soul astound
Amen!
Dare celebrate Christmas every
day
With prayer offering in every way
And, in faux grand plan. Oh!
Elite son!
Humble self to: Thy will
be done!
For, His sacred gift is purely
life itself
Live fully free! Such begets true
wealth
Laugh easy-fashion at vacant-folly
sought
Love cherish freely-given charity
a thought
And, in thy past going, or
present show, or coming ’morrow
Sing: Praise! And, Honor! Glory!
Fear Not! On Jesus borrow!
For through His Christmas-birth I
am purchased-free
Celebrate His gift with life-lived;
to Him an honor be
Amen!
Merry Christmas!
Candy & Carl 2014
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