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Christmas past, with a wary eye on the future
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| Posted by: Emory Schley |
12/26/2007 5:57 AM |
Well, that was quite a Christmas yesterday, wasn’t it? I was pretty sure I didn’t wind up on Santa’s Good Little Boys and Girls List this time around, so I really wasn’t expecting much. The past few years, my wife and I seem to be getting and giving our presents to each other at some point before Christmas, so when the big day actually rolls around, it’s kind of anticlimactic. However, yesterday’s bounty proved me wrong in my prognostications once again.
The four of us in our immediate family got together, unwrapped a few gifts, talked a little, laughed a lot, had a pleasant meal, visited a bit more, then kind of melted away to our individual domiciles, content and happy. All things considered, it was a most pleasant experience. I wish all holidays could go this well. That in itself, would make for a pretty decent Christmas present.
And as I report to work later this morning, I will only have three days left before punching that old timeclock for the very last time. That, in itself, is another pretty big Christmas present this year.
I should have a pretty active retirement. There are plenty of things I’ve never done, due to lack of time, or lack of money, or sometimes just plain old lack of initiative. I’ve never seen many of the natural wonders in this great nation of ours, or the man-made ones either, that millions of Americans have experienced firsthand. I’ve never taken a ride on a hot-air balloon, or on a paddle-wheeler, either. There are dozens of books I still need to read, and I’d like to write a few books, too.
And now, all that stands between those activities are three workdays, a mere 24 more hours of work. Gee... that’s almost scary, y’know? |
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