We were both up before five and
started our breakfast routine. Me
coffee and cheese; she clean up
from last night, butter, jam, plates.
We turned on Roku and listened
to instrumental Christmas music
as we ate and talked.
The TV screen was a window with
snow falling outside. She knew
every song and the words, too.
Not so for me.
Then she remembered when she
used to sing Christmas hymns in
grade school. (Sadly, no more.)
The older I get, the less the world
remembers anything. Like yesterday
was the day of remembrance that
brought my father (and the US) into
World War II.
We decided to take a break from
Netflix and BBC dramas. Time to
watch our first Christmas film of
Last night we watched Alastair Sim
as Scrooge in the 1951 color version
of “A Christmas Carol.” What a great
performance by Sim!
I had a piping hot cup of tea to warm
me up with lunch; dinner soon. I do
believe there is another cup of coffee
in my future. Like last night after dinner.
All of us have things we want or need
to forget. Or forgive. Forgetting is part
of the passage of time. Just happens.
Forgiving is a choice not an issue of
We fade and memories of wars fade.
We fade and our time fades into history.
But Christmas is a time of remembrance
that I trust time will never forget.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)