A Christmas Epiphany

I spent last night trying to think of stand out moments of Christmases past in my life. I really couldn’t think of any. Don’t get me wrong, with the exception of Christmas eight years ago when my dad was in the hospital and died two days after Christmas, they have all been great. That’s why it was so hard to try and come up with a certain stand out memory. I guess I’m just lucky.

Sure, there are some funny flashbacks. A few years ago when my son was younger ,and I still owned the damn house in which he and his mom live, we had a roaring fire going in the fireplace. My son began to drag his exhausted 5 year old body off to bed. And then, a thunderous epiphany smacked him right upside his little noggin’. He raced back into the living room his presence preceded by a cacophony of wails and moans. He pointed at the fire, sobbing as his mom and I looked on in utter bewilderment. Finally, he was able to scream his command in an octave above his caterwauling, “Put out the fire so Santa can come down...Dont make him die”

His mom began telling him that it would be alright, but he wasn’t buying it. I stepped in and said, “Sweetheart, Mom, is right. It will be okay because Santa’s suit is fire proof.” “Really?”, he said. “Yes honey, it’s made of asbestos.” He muttered the word a few times…his tears subsided, and he went to bed confident in Santa’s ability to deliver the goods. My evil side wanted to tell my son that while fire can’t hurt Santa, he has developed cancer from wearing asbestos all these years, and will be dead by the time you reach the age of eight. Being Christmas, I took the high road and kept my macabre humor to myself.

I will be back later today with another vignette or two, and perhaps some keen insight. Until then, have a good day and remember click HERE to read the details of our Humor Contest…December 30th is the deadline.

Cheers…