It's Christmas, for Christ's sake

The town gathered at the common. A sense of community. Late afternoon chill in the air, but not really cold enough for hats and gloves, at least not yet. Santa was there having his picture taken with children who reluctsntly went up to this red suited stranger and told him their heart's desire. The Santa's line was not as long as the line for the free pony rides. Minature horses looking so proud because their lives finally had a purpose. Impatient senior citizens sat huddled on a bench clutching their Honeydew coffee. One saying to the other, "Hurry up and light the tree already." A lost four-year-old child crying in the arms of a stranger who did her best to comfort him. "I lost my auntie. I lost my auntie," he cried over and over. "We'll find her, don't worry," said the good samaritan picking up the child to comfort him. "What does your auntie look like?" "I don't know. Waaaaaaaaaa," cried the boy. And minutes later he was reuntied with his family when they walked by and saw him in the arms of a stranger. You can't really get lost on the town common. As darkness approached, the crowd gathered around the tree, like the Whoos from Whooville in the land of doctor Suess. They circled the tree and waited in anticipation of the lights to appear. And when they finally flicker in the darkness, the crowd sang and cheered. It was a scene that never gets old because there are always new sets of eyes full of awe and wonder taking in the sights of the season. Even in this recession, this time of war and uncertainty, the people in the crowd had hearts full of hope. A season of good cheer has begun, no matter how short lived. And once again people are smiling and letting the joy of the holidays fill the hollow place in their hearts. The holidays come too fast and last too short. Maybe we should have a tree lighting ceremony once a month on the common.
All of this makes up woman who was shopping in the Christmas decoration ailse of Wal-Mart last week. She turned to the two women who were with her and said, "I need to pick up the Christmas decorations for but they can't be religious, I need to get some things that are neutral, not too holiday-ish. I realized then just how far from the meaning of the season some people have strayed. Perhaps, wherevever that Wal-Mart customer was from, she should attend a tree lighting of her own. Maybe she would realize the lights on the tree are really symbols of the light that fills our hearts in this season of hope.

Tyra for President

Wednesday night I was torn between watching President Obama's Address to the Nation and America's Next Top Model on the WB. Decisions. Decisions. Swine flu or Anorexia. The safety of Pakistan's nuclear arsenal or five girls on a beach in Brazil. Barack Obama or Tyra Banks. After flipping channels several times, I decided on Tyra. Barack, listen up. Your cautious stammering was outshone by Tyra, who can smile with her eyes. Mr. President, take note. The strain of the first one hundred days is starting to wear on you. Before the election, you promoted change. During your press conference, I just wanted to change the channel.

When pigs fly

The new strain of Swine Flu is a mutated version of Swine Flu, Bird Flu and Human Flu. It is believed a pig somehow got contracted the Bird Flu. An unsuspecting human came in contact with the infected pig and contracted the combination Swine/Bird Flu, creating the current strain of virus wreaking havoc in Mexico. The virus has already spread to several other countries including the United States. I'm not ready for a pandemic. Who has time?

True value

I had forgotten the value of a friend. A true friend. A friend who wants nothing but to be with you. To talk. To laugh. To end the day on a lighter note. To compare life experiences. To remember the good times of the past and to talk about good times to come in the future. After one beer with a friend, I remember it all.

Cat scratch fever

At six a.m. as I lay in bed waiting to hear the morning news on the radio, the cat decided to use my face as a springboard to leap across the bed, digging into my face and lip with her back claws. After rushing to the bathroom to rinse my bleeding face with hot water, soap, Neosporin and Listerine, I thought to myself, "I love my cat."

Men who shop

I walked uptown today with Woody during my lunch hour. He bought a pair of sneakers in Chinatown. They were "ED" brand (go figure). Every box said size 12 but the Chinese woman selling the shoes told him to ignore the listed sizes and just try them on. The price: $15. Woody loved them so much he didn't even try to get a discount. I think he could have gotten them for $10.

We then proceeded to Dunkin' Donuts for them to screw up my order once again. What's so hard about making a chocolate iced coffee? Here's a hint, just give me mocha and tell me it's chocolate. I won't even be able to tell the difference.

Woody also bought a cell phone cover off a cart at Downtown Crossing. In the middle of the sale, the owner of the cart ended up being treated by emergency technicians for some heart problems. As we stood there, an ambulance was arriving to take the vendor to the hospital. Luckily for Woody, the vendor from the next cart stepped in to finish the sale.

And it's a good thing Woody knows how to operate a lottery machine because he had to venture behind the counter in a Chinatown store to punch in a QuikPik for me for the daily lottery number. The woman behind the counter in the store had no clue how to operate her own lottery machine. My number didn't come out anyway. Thanks Woody. Tomorrow is Friday the 13th. I feel good luck coming my way.

Summer Morn

It is morning. 7:30 am. The house is still. My wife has already left for work. My son sleeps peacefully on the sofa, worn out from a night of video-games and cartoon shows. The dog lies sleeping in his dog bed. The cat sits at the threshold of the back door and watches the chirping birds through the screen door. The only other noise
is the hum of the large air conditioner in the kitchen window. The only movement, a drifting, deflating foil balloon that reads "Happy Birthday" in crumpled letters. The stand fan blows a soft breeze benefiting no one except the artificial plant. I need to make my lunch and head to work. Instead, this is the time I choose to write. Something in me decided I needed to capture this moment, not on film or with a camera, but with words.