I took one of my new prescription pills on the way home and my tongue started to swell up. I kept my cell phone at my side in case I had to call 911 – even though they probably wouldn’t have been able to understand me. (Elp me ma ten iss swoone!) By the time I arrived home it was half-way back to normal and my headache was gone so I guess it was worth it. I still feel kind of “foggy” though. I hope I live to see the day where they have some magic pill that will take away the pains of aging. If this is 43 I can’t imagine what 53 or 63 will bring.
While I was driving, with my life was flashing before my eyes, I began to think of Christmas memories because that must be what happens right before you die. I remembered a time, in my teen’s, when I was at my Grandma’s house on White Street. My uncle Randy and I had just finished watching a Christmas parade and we were back at the house sitting on the porch. There was a truck and trailer stopped at a stop-light in front of the house, one of the floats from the parade. On the back of the trailer was Santa’s sleigh all decked out with poinsettias, bows and gold glitter.
I said to Randy, “Wouldn’t it be cool if that sleigh fell out of the trailer?” and before I got the words out of my mouth, Santa’s sleigh was dumped onto the street, blocking traffic. Randy laughed hysterically and I was impressed with my new found special powers. I tried it again and again, wishing cars would crash and birds would fall from
the sky but none of my other wishes came to life.
So as I’m driving home I’m pondering this and wondering: what if we all get one “true” wish in life and I wasted mine on making Santa’s sleigh fall in the street? That was really a stupid way for me to waste my wish because one day I might need it; like in case I was having an allergic reaction to medicine or something.
Another memory I thought of is about Tom and Ami, my aunt and uncle. One year they decorated the outside of their house for Christmas and it was beautiful. In the dark of the night someone came and took all the decorations. They were devastated and had little kids to boot (well not to kick, maybe I should have said they had kids too.) Who does that? Who steals Christmas decorations? (And don’t say someone who wishes Santa’s sleigh would fall in the street, I was just a kid!) So anyway my Dad and his brother went out and bought them new decorations and surprised them by redecorating their house. That is the true meaning of Christmas right there.
So as Christmas Eve approaches, make sure you use your Christmas“wish” wisely as it could be the last “true” wish you ever get to make. Unless of course you have already wasted your wish on something stupid like I did. All I want for
Christmas is my wish back!