The morning is Christmas. I hear the pitter-pat of Josey’s little feet drawing closer to our bedroom. The whispers of her cousins in the living room quietly shout for us to join them around the tree. The tradition falls once again upon me to free the treasures from beneath the Christmas tree that have long tormented imaginations and release them to their rightful and eager owners.
Josey enters the room on her designated mission, which was planned and assigned to her by her covert ops older cousins. I lie quietly as she rises to her tip toes beside the bed, leaning to whisper in my ear.
“Paw-paw, it’s Christmas . . . you need to get up.”
I hear the voice of my beloved as she enters the room, “Josey, go back in the living room. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Josey gallops out of the bedroom, “In a minute, in a minute. They said in a minute.”
The morning light fills the room as I see the glow through my eye lids.
“Are you going to get up sleepy head?” I hear the smile in her voice as she sits on the bed next to me. I smell the fresh coffee as she sets the cup on the bed side table.
“I poured you a cup of coffee, dear.”
I stretch beneath the covers and settle back into the sweet spot. I open my eyes and witness the glow of my bride as the morning sun behind her illuminates the edges of her silhouette. Her hair shines as strands of gold.
“Merry Christmas.” She rubs the sheet that covers my chest.
“Bah, humbug.” I smile at my lame Scrooge attempt but the truth follows as I reply. “Merry Christmas to you too.
I close my eyes as the peace of this wonderful Christmas morning with my family bathes my soul. I feel myself slipping back into sleep as I hear my name called once more.
”George, wake up before we have a mutiny on our hands.”
I hear my grandkids getting louder in their excitement.
I shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer, better get moving.
I open my eyes . . . suddenly, all is quiet. No voices. Startled, I raise up on my side. No one is here. I am alone in my bed . . . but not at home. I pull back the covers and sit on the edge of the bed.
It was all just a dream. I think to myself followed by a deep sigh. I’m on the rig.
As reality saturates my mind I get dressed. I stand in front of the mirror combing my hair and think of how much I want to get back to my dream as I hear Josey in my mind. Paw-paw, it’s Christmas.
I pause as I reach for the door handle to leave my room. I turn and look around hoping that this is the dream but I know that it isn’t. I hear the faint voices of my family in my head once again and smile. Thanking the Lord for all of them.
I pray I will see you again tonight, my love. I whisper, as I close the door to my dream behind me to embrace another day.
Go ahead, make me cry. I didn't even see it coming-- that heart-wrenching ending!
I wanted to take my delete button and take out the last few lines and make it a good ending. Then I thought of all the men world-wide (and women, too) who have no one waiting for them at home, no one to bring them coffee in bed and no grandkids to beg you to get up and get on with Christmas.
A beautiful story written by a man with a sensitive, loving heart!
What a sad ending to an otherwise beautiful story! I wanted to delete the last few lines on my computer and rewrite them. But then I thought of all the men world wide (and women, too) who have no one waiting at home for them, no one to bring them coffee in bed, no grandkids to prod them to get up and get on with Christmas! You are blessed even if you don't always spend Christmas at home. What a beautiful family!
George, you are a very gifted writer! You have the ability to draw one's emotions right into the picture...to vividly paint the emotional picture of the moment. Tremendous job! Your family is very blessed to have you!
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This is excellent, George. I could feel it, which means that I'm all choked up now. So well done!
What a beautiful dreamy dream! Your word-picture made it all so very vivid. I love that little Josey ("He said in a minute!"), and I love the atmosphere of your story.
My only red ink: I don't "lay" down, I lie down. Or, I lay myself down, or I lay the book down. (My teacher mom harped on that one so it jumps out at me.) (^&^)
Otherwise, I didn't see any further editing needed.