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Day 22
“Light’l’ing!”
Said Z. Tyler
We
were blessed to have Z. Tyler and family live with us the first years of his
life as his mom completed her Law School education in Oregon and Tennessee; the
arrangement gave us the opportunity to travel across the country several times
with our “little play buddy”. Fun!
Back
in the day, as they say, there were no restrictions on where the children could
ride in a vehicle, no car seats; Z. Tyler racked up many thousands of miles on
his Nanny’s lap as we crisscrossed the highways visiting state after state.
One
of his favorite sights was trekking the Great Plains as nightfall visited and
the western sky came alive with thunderstorms; he was too small to say
“lightning” but managed “light’l’ing”. He called the nightly event: God’s light
show.
Z.
was one trooper when it came to travel; the young man was exemplar at
everything we tried. He never complained, no matter how “unusual” the challenge
might be.
Very
often, when eating at a restaurant, complete strangers would come to our table
to compliment us on how well-behaved our young ward was; his manners, too, were
impeccable.
Once,
in less than a thirty day period, we traveled from the Atlantic coast of
Florida all the way to the west coast and the fantastic Oregon Pacific Ocean.
He loved it and was an explorer.
At
age two, the boy rode “shotgun” in a Ryder moving truck as I chauffeured the
lad up through the Colorado Rockies on into Wyoming; he watched moon rise and
said, “The ‘mun’!”
On
the Oregon beach, Z. Tyler ran in the cold surf, climbed sea stacks and
curiously explored.
We
had our favorite haunts: rock outcroppings north of Boulder on a backroad
highway, the view at Twin Falls, Idaho with a golf course and the Snake River
in the background, Burns, Oregon, up on the eastern high plains of the state
where he learned that “Bapa” gets a speeding ticket when the state trooper gets
out of his car and puts on his “Smokey-Bear” hat; and, more.
All-in-all:
One great experience of a lifetime spread over five years and on into thirty!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet Memories!
Plus:
Christmas “Magic”!
Howls a frigid northern wind
swirling blizzard solid fluff
Barren-swept plains belie
tranquil valleys’ deep drifts rough
Snow sleds fly and ice skates
clatter for those just brave enough
Cedar logs pop mixed sweet
hickory smoke in a cozy fire-warmer
Moans icy winter storm complaints
in high eaves of house dormers
Bright eyes with wide smiles
foretell expectations of child charmers
Bedazzled Christmas tree donned
silver tinsel, ornaments, many pretty lights
Bethlehem star adorns its pinnacle
setting holiday spirits aglow quite bright
Myriad presents spread ’round its
skirt celebrate love’s generous “sight”
Wish I may, wish I might, get
that special something from old Santa Claus
Been a good child, behaved well
and honored quite true all necessary laws
Dared added a subtle hint in that
letter for a live gift with four furry paws
Of course, I don’t mean to demand
or seem ungrateful for this perfect time
Just, “Careful what I wish for”,
asked for ten cents and got a shiny new dime
Not to focus on a bronze bell
when all I truly enjoy is just its pleasant chime
Celebration causes all to become
kids excited for surprising neat presents
One time each year we freely live
life independent in puerile human essence
Secret “Peace on earth, good will
to men” located in the Christmas “Presence”
What be that magic which causes
black wand’s pretty assistant disappear?
Or from his vacant shiny top hat
a white hippity-hop rabbit to reappear?
Or intellectual audience-fool
duped to celebrate with boisterous cheer?
Once I did rhyme for that unique
one awesome gospel crooner king
“Why can’t everyday be like
Christmas?” in words that he did sing
Replied I, then, “It is, indeed,
for any who dare live such a thing!”
All are precious in His sight,
special blessed through His wondrous way
Life might be a game of awesome
adventure-events. Please! Let me play
I promise, Lord, praise, honor,
glory offered to Thee every cherished day
My Santa mantra: To give love
freely! A most important secret pleasure
To each, a running-over cup
becomes true meaning of equal full measure
Warm comfort gift, Christmas
Magic, at last revealed open-secret treasure.
Amen!
Merry
Christmas!
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