Access to my blog post has been renewed. Therefore, there are two posts today ~ yesterday’s planned post and today’s 2nd Edition. Was it the weather, just the server or both? Who knows. After a wander through my blog files I found this sweet little story written just three years ago so, little editing was needed for this 2nd Edition. If I remember correctly the italicized words are from the writing site (writingexercises.uk.com) I use to find my first line.
A Christmas to Remember
“As he flicked through the letters, a small handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump. A usual pile of bills and junk mail, few people took the time to write letters anymore. The handwriting was familiar. A long ago familiarity. The envelope, yellowed with age, was postmarked December 18, 1976. A sterling silver letter opener slid easily under the sealed flap. Inside, a simple card showed a deep winter scene, an old log cabin against a backdrop of pines. The words were as simple. ‘I’ll be home for Christmas’. Joshua smiled. Pushing away from his desk, he stood up and called to his wife. “Martha, remember the Christmas of 1976?”
“Yes dear. What about it? That was quite a while ago, Josh.”
Joshua put the Christmas card down on the counter where his wife was creating their dinner.
“Oh my! Where did you get that?! That looks like my writing.” Martha wiped her hands on her apron and picked up the card.
“It is your writing, sweetie. It was 1976. We had been married just under a year. You had to be away for a two month stint on some journalism assignment. We both hoped so much that we’d be together for our first Christmas.When I didn’t hear from you - no cell phones then, and we couldn’t afford long distance - I was worried sick. Then I was certain you had left me. So there were no Christmas decorations up. I was just sitting sad and feeling sorry for myself. “
“Oh Joshua. Now I do remember everything. You were so surprised when I came bursting in the door with presents. And you looked dreadful!”
“And here we are forty years later. Still in love and you are as beautiful as ever.”
Martha’s Christmas card fluttered to the floor. Outside, snow fell softly.
“When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things
- not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness.”
~ Bob Hope