The Blissful Christmas...
/The Blissful Christmas Day Carriage Ride
All The Christmas Secrets Have Been Unwrapped And Now It Is Time For A Joyous Carriage Ride For Momma, Poppa And Paulie
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Before young Paulie ran out the front porch door to his designated spot in the carriage. He made sure the wrapping paper that disguised the true contents underneath the Christmas tree was thrown away. Now the decorative scene revealed a fresh image but had the same festive photogenic picture despite no longer having any secrets left.
“I am ready to go,” the future landowner to Borderline Farm heard breaking into a running sprint as Poppa held the leather reigns tight.
“Poppa, I needed to make sure everything was clean,”
Thinking twice asking herself if she did the dishes Momma smiled knowing Paulie learned the lesson of ‘getting things finished.’
Once the youngster was strapped in Poppa gave a cluck and the Zebra did his duties by providing the family the transportation for the traditional Christmas Day outing.
“Are we going to visit the mystical garden?” Paulie inquired.
“We can do that,” Momma replied.
“What about the candy store?”
“When are you going to see the dentist?” Poppa interrupted showing care that Paulie’s teeth could be getting weak.
“Ah, Poppa it is Christmas Day, and everybody needs something sweet,” Momma acknowledged letting the cool air condition fluff her hair, “and this breeze is so blissful.”
“What happened Poppa?” Paulie chimed in, “did you not get what you wanted for Christmas?”
“It was the sweater,” Momma concluded, “it was not the right color.”
“Momma,” Poppa took a breath, “Christmas trees are supposed to be green.”
“Lucky Momma did not buy the purple or red one,” Paulie editorialized from the backseat making everyone giggle.
Soon the zebra buggy made its way to the village gate where they were greeted with open arms. “It is nice to see the village filled with so much energy,” Momma noted.
Driving down the main path neighbors communicated with each other exchanging honest pleasantries. Seeing this positive emotion Poppa started to loosen up. “Our little village here is really working together,” he quietly mumbled.
“That they are,” Momma responded in the same way.
Reaching the center square where a meeting area featured the lighted Christmas tree and hot cocoa stand Poppa stopped a second to glance over to the theatrical nativity scene. “They were two lost confused loving individuals who became three,”
“Yes, Poppa and their faithful community believed them and now over two thousand years later we are strong as ever,” Momma commented.
“You are right Momma,”
After the holiday excursion which included lunch along with a stop at Momma’s favorite bread factory and Poppa’s wine cellar the trio returned to their cottage bordering another country’s culture.
Sitting outside on the porch Poppa found himself memorized by the twinkling lights displayed inside the village.
“Poppa,” Momma joined him on the wooden stoop, “Paulie is fast asleep. So did you get what you wanted for Christmas?”
Chuckling Poppa answered her, “Yes I did Momma, a warm feeling in my heart.”
“You see I told you my sweater would do that to you,”
“No, Momma it comes from knowing the villagers are getting along together speaking in proper dialogue.”
Having her teacup in hand Momma took a seat on the chair, “are you sure my sweater didn’t warm your heart?”
“Honestly, Momma it didn’t but the green Christmas tree does look good on me,” And they both laughed as another magical wind swept through proclaiming the setting as peaceful.
By Marc OBrien
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