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Christmas - Past, Present and Future.....

Let me preface by saying Happy New Year -- 2011. Eleven years since the dreaded Y2K brouhaha. The technological world as we know it did not collapse, it improved. And we are all the better for it. So, on to the current blog post. By the way, one of my New Year's Resolutions, well the only one really as I didn't bother to sit down and make a list, although I suppose I should have and still might, is to post a blog on a daily basis. I give it a week, tops. But at least I'm going to give it my best shot! :-)

Last Christmas

Last Christmas I gave you my heart and the very next day, you gave it away....yeah, I know, a sad Wham Christmas song from the 80s. Fortunately, that is not what this blog is about.  Last Christmas we traveled to Texas to spend the holiday with my in-laws. En route, we ran into a pretty heavy snow storm. That's right, in Texas. I was surprised as well.  While I love snow and cannot figure out how I ended up in a state (Alabama) that experiences snow so rarely, I do not like being trapped on an interstate in a snow storm, on Christmas Eve, which is exactly what happened. It took us quite a while to reach our destination but we made it, safe and sound.  I suppose I should back track a bit by telling you we have horses.  And horses have to be taken care of, much like cats and dogs, when you are out of town.  While we were all involved in the regalia of Christmas morning, we received a phone call from one of our neighbors.  Jet, our gelding, was lying dead in the pasture.  He had been ill for quite some time and had finally succumbed.  We asked the neighbors to cover him up and we buried him when we returned home a few days later. 

This Christmas

This Christmas, we traveled once again to spend Christmas with my in-laws.  Sound familiar.  Our family, in the car, traveling on Christmas Eve to spend the holiday with my in-laws?  I'm sure you think you know where this story is going...horses, right?  You would be wrong.  You would also be wrong if you guessed we would be traveling to Texas again.  This year, we traveled to the Montgomery, Alabama area to have Christmas at the in-laws' vacation lake house.  So, on Christmas Eve, we loaded our suitcases, Christmas gifts and the family dog, Helen, and drove south.  We arrived safely with no catastrophic events taking place.  Christmas morning we were awakened by a knock on our bedroom door.  One of the boys had been looking for Helen.  No one had seen her since the previous evening.  We all went to bed presuming that someone else had let her back inside from the previous night's bathroom break.  We quickly dressed and went in search of our dog.  We found her, approximately 1 hour later, on the side of the road, about 1/2 mile from the house.  Someone had struck her with their vehicle. They had hit her so hard, her dog collar had been knocked off.  We were all devastated.  She had belonged to my husband and stepson for 13 years. Helen was carried back to the lake house and buried the next day.

Do you see how this horrible Christmas theme is unfolding??

Next Christmas

Next Christmas, we will be traveling to Alabama to spend the Christmas holidays with my family since we will be living in Texas.  We no longer have any animals which means there will be no animal tragedies associated with the Christmas holidays.

I'm just sayin',

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Edward G. Roberts said…
Still dropping tears for a wonderful dog and terrific friend.

Thanks, honey.
Saturday, January 01, 2011 6:17:00 PM
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