Human reason is like a drunken man on horseback;
set it up on one side,
and it tumbles over on the other.
Oh, I am so excited, it started snowing last night. Oh yes, a bit of fluffy white goodness whipping around the house churning the bits of nostalgia and hopes of a farm girl needing a push or possibly a shove.
Going to bed last night and listening to the wind knocking at the windows, feeling the cold creeping in from cracks and crevices that we thought were taken care of I snuggled under the covers, with a huge smile. Closing my eyes and thinking of what the morning would bring I drifted off to dreamland.
Finally, snow in December; I have been waiting for you. My snowshoes have been waiting, like an itch waiting to be scratched. My Christmas spirit seems to be lagging behind and appeared to be waiting too. After some much needed sleep I awoke and bolted to the window. That expected snowfall was slowing down. I just knew I was going to be disappointed in my quest for the holiday spirit, and that push I believed I needed.
I glanced over to the clock it was two in the morning. I sat down at the kitchen table, thinking. The night sky was dark but the white snow on the ground cast a glow, a glow that highlighted the barn and cast shadows. The fact that it was only a small bit of snow, I could still see that it was so beautiful. I realized its smallness did not hamper its greatness. My ungratefulness and disappointment, was suddenly turned to gratefulness and excitement about the small gift I had been given. I thought to myself; how dare I forget that.
I could have sat at my computer and put in time aimlessly wandering, trying to find what I thought I needed. Or, I could possibly do something that I have been putting off. I walked over to the counter picked up my address book and a box of Christmas cards that I had dragged out about a week or so ago.
The most incredible thing happened. As I was searching through that old worn neglected address book I could see names of friends and family that sadly would no longer be able to receive these cards. Friends, I had forgotten about, had wondered what they were doing and more importantly how they were doing. Memories of times we had spent together and how we had let our busy lives get in our way.
I started writing in those cards and telling those people that I had not forgotten them. Old friends are never forgotten, sometimes sadly just put on hold, I thought. I picked out the stamps that I have been saving, or should I say hoarding for some unknown reason and I licked that terrible glue, and then piled all those cards on the table and smiled. Oh yes this is definitely a start.