A BOOMER’S JOURNAL: CHRISTMAS

The Night Before Christmas 2018

by Tom Anselm

Twas the night before Christmas, and good old St. Nick, was feeling all funky… well, just downright sick.

Mrs. C. had the codger all snugged up in bed, as a sinus infection was pounding his head.

She’d made him a toddy, a sure-fire cure, but nothing was helping, a bad sign for sure.

For time was a-rushing, and Christmas was near, no way could he cancel, call-in… not this year.

The world had great need, especially this season; he’d just have to battle the coughin’ and sneezin’.

And bundle up tight, just fight his way through, for he had obligations… It’s the least he could do.

Soon the toddy was working, in spite of himself, and he dozed off, once placing his mug on the shelf.

It seemed just a moment, while he lay in his bed, there came a great light that beamed down on his head.

A strong voice from somewhere inside of his mind, said “Courage, my Great Saint, for all will be fine.”

“You have always been generous, for sure you remember, those centuries past at this time each December.”

When treasures you showered on all who had need, traveling to city and town on your steed.

Bringing joy and good cheer, to my full service great. So be well, faithful servant, My Birthday can’t wait.”

The Saint woke with a start, as the light dissipated, “If that was a dream, it was surely G-rated.”

The “G” for The Big Generous Guy in the Sky, who sent us His Child… “Oh my, gotta fly.”

His headache no more, feeling strong as a deer, St. Nick jumped right up and cried “Christmas is HERE!”

He threw on his red suit, he ran out the door; Mrs. C was so pleased, but she’d seen this before.

For The Power on High always showed him the way to fulfill all His Promises on this Joyful Day.

And she heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,