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Today was a Day of Change
12/30/2007 6:14:57 PM
Today was a dreadful day, the most dreadful of days. Today, we celebrated the life of our Christmas tree. Surely enough, life, the celebration of a loved one as they pass-on, today--the family paid their tributes, as we carefully undressed and buried in wrapping paper the family Christmas tree with all assorted ornaments.
The “Birds” wrote a song some time back, a good ways back actually, about a time to change. The song fixates on love, war, and good and bad times, as well as many other things, but this song appeared in my mind like a splinter and would not easily come free. With these thoughts on my mind, as the keyboard and I were one, my wife sent me subliminal messages that I should assist in her endeavors with this yearly chore. Instinctively and through some force of evolution, I rose from my chair of comfort and assisted in her efforts.


Round and round I went, pulling off the individual ornaments, my goodness I thought, as my head began to spin. Then it happened! My wife of many years, informed that I have to take the ‘garland’ off first in order to conduct business in a properly manner. Did I hear her correctly?--or by some Christmas-hangover was I hallucinating as if I was Descartes in his dreams? Naturally and in spite of the season, I close my eyes and grinded my teeth as if my life depended on it, not saying a word, just going about my business like nothing had entered my aura. Within this moment set the tone for the evenings events.


Therefore, this was a time for change, certainly not the case if I considered the last ten years of marriage, but I was considerate on this aforementioned holiday spirit of Christmas. As I continued to place the ornaments on the table, all 312 of them, my wife preciously wrapped each. Her care in this wrapping was of the most precision. She would never allow an ornament go unwrapped and associate itself in an improper position, surely this was an unacceptable procedure never allowed in this sanctuary.
Meanwhile, our golden retriever (Jake) lay against the floor. Winded and panting profusely, he was tired, but glad I recently took him out for some ancestral fetch. Jake loved to play catch; so much, that Jake would sleep with his ball under his golden fury chin nightly, almost as if, no one could have his ball. Amongst the garland, the barrage of ornaments, Jake and the tree, our five-year-old daughter appeared. Initially, her presence was unaware to me; however, I began to hear a sobbing and the tender mumble of sadness. This sadness was our daughter, and it was obvious she was crying. She was standing there with her face down in a misty-eyed-state of sorrow. Her mother and I, both, asked her, “What in the world are you crying about?” Obviously, this little child had remorseful feelings about the Christmas tree; she could not accept permanently extinguishing this glow of light after it bore the arrangement of lovely gifts. This thought was unbearable to this adolescent being. The significance of the song from the “Birds” had little to no meaning to this fragile spirit.


Jake caught his breath, I continued to ensure the garland was off first, and mother tended to this fragile life struggling through the present, more so, through the ever so present changing of times. With the tree in its part-time home, and I am back at the keyboard, life is constant. Television, not the preferred method of entertainment, can be of a significant assistance, especially when a five-year-old is obsessed with the imagination of the Christmas tree. Life is stable for the moment. It is at bests, on its journey, which way is unknown, whether it be a change of good or bad no one knows. Regardless, with the New Year approaching, there is sure to be some of both and for now, all is peaceful. As for the moment, I feel this cold nose against my thigh, it’s Jake, and he is rested and ready for another chance to fetch the ball.




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More Blogs by David C. Dodson
•  Today was a Day of Change - Sunday, December 30, 2007  
• Working on This Part - Wednesday, December 26, 2007


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