Monday, December 12, 2016

Day 16 Cookie Jar Sweet Memories Plus Christmas!

 
"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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