I had a very quiet Christmas. It was by choice. Perhaps I was a little humbugged about it all. There was no reason for me to be like that, I just was. Sometimes that's just how it goes. So for my many friends out there, don't be offended by the absence of a card in the mail or in your in-box, by the non-call, or by the no show of me gracing the threshold of your doorway. I still think about you often. Okay, okay.....so maybe sometimes it's when I am wondering whether my gift from you may have been lost in the mail.
As out of season as I may have been, I certainly did my fair share of giving during this festive time. I know it is far better to give than receive, but I am beginning to wonder about the merits of that joyous expression. I had such a run of bad luck that maybe the spirit of Christmas was silently giving me a kick in the ass for not feeling the love of the season. Briefly, here are some of the things that have happened to me over the last few weeks:
- truck broken into, window smashed and backpack, with laptop and other items inside, taken
- stepped on my glasses and crushed them to bits
- furnace conked out during coldest day of the year
- hot water heater pipe busted but only minor flooding in garage
- leak in roof
I feel like I am forgetting a few, but it's giving me a headache to thing about it any more. You get the message. The giving part of all these calamities is in the cheques I have written. Merry Christmas to my plumber, mechanic, optometrist, handyman, and building contractor. To Father Christmas.....I get the message....LOUD and |CLEAR. What's your address? I'm putting your gift for 2014 in the mail immediately. Just one thing, will you take a cheque?
