Christmas Chimes...by Erma Bombeck (here in part)
Everything is in readiness.
The tree is trimmed. The cards taped to the door frame. The boxes stacked in glittering disarray under the tree.
Why don't I hear chimes?
Remember the small boy who made the chimes ring in a fictional story years ago?
As the legend, went, the chimes would not ring unless a gift of love was placed on the altar. Kings and men of great wealth placed untold jewels there, but year after year the church remained silent.
Then one Christmas Eve, a small child in a tattered coat made his way down the aisle, and without anyone noticing he took off his coat and placed it on the altar. The chimes rang out joyously throughout the land to mark the unselfish giving of a small boy.
OH COME HOLY SPIT!
It'll be a good Christmas. We'll eat too much. Make a mess in the living room. Throw the warranties into the fire by mistake. Drive the dog crazy taping bows to his tail. Return cookies to the plate with a bite out of them. Listen to Christmas music.
But Lord....what I would give to bend low and receive a gift of toothpicks and library paste
and hear the chimes just one more time!
Just as I was repeating to myself her last wish about hearing the chimes just one more time.... I DID...hear them...CHIMES!
From my Snow Globe Christmas Gift from HiHoney...husband. Some things never change. His thoughtful gift made Christmas 2014 one of ringing chimes again and the return of...
"Oh Come Holy Spit".