O Christmas tree

 

An old friend and I talked briefly last night about “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens. It was one of the first books I ever owned, a gift from a favorite older cousin when I was 9 or 10 years old, and I’ve been in the habit of re-reading it every year at Yuletide.

Not this year. You see, one of the characters is the Ghost of Christmas Past, and if I read the story this year I’ll start wishing that such helpful spirits did indeed walk the earth.

I’d ask the kindly spirit to take me back, say, 25 years, to when my children would have been 9 years old, 5 years old and just 1 year old. As the Ghost and I gazed back through the foggy ruins of time, the 5-year-old, as I remember, would go to bed but have trouble sleeping because…well, because it was Christmas Eve. She’d wander sleepily into the room where the Christmas tree stood all merry and bright, and the colored lights would be twinkling in her eyes, and then she’d begin to sing, off-key but sweet-voiced like an angel, “O Christmas tree…O Christmas tree…”

She and her siblings won’t be with me this Christmas – they’re grown up now and their Christmas coordinates this year will be North and South and West, while I stand watch alone here in the East, sobered by reality, but still hearing that little girl’s song in my head, but still searching, still gazing skyward  for signs of what Wise Men once foretold.

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One thought on “O Christmas tree

  1. Beautiful, Nick. Most beautiful….

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