Christmas Past
I had my Friday golf league this morning. Interesting round. 40 degrees starting on hole 1. I'm wrapped up like an arctic explorer. A bit of a challenge to swing a club, not to mention my bones are creaking like a rustic porch screen door. Not sure why I'm putting myself through this. Dumb male ego I guess. I have guys in their 80's playing in my league and giving me the stink-eye because I'm wearing a beanie and gloves. I don't think I like Norwegians.
Anyway, I got home this afternoon with several tasks to accomplish before Stacy returns home tomorrow with the kids. My main focus is wrapping presents. Here we go again with the science projects. I swear I'm not trying to be a Scrooge. Paper, scissors, and tape. Sounds simple. I apparently missed this class in school. Does the paper really have to overlap? Small gaps are acceptable, right?
I'm in dire need of motivation. Maybe some eggnog with a shot of inspiration. I'm home alone, let's crank up some music. I switch on my Pandora Radio and tune in my 80's New Wave Radio. I'm ready to make Santa proud. Song after song is bringing back memories. Holidays with young kids, young brothers, even parents.
I'm finally feeling the real holiday spirit. My favorite old tunes are kicking me back in time. All the way back to 1967. I still remember that Xmas. I was five and my brother and I got peddle cars. Mine was faster.
My 80's music brings me back to a special time. My kids were still just babies. I'm going to say this out loud and it's just my personal opinion. Christmas is about your kids. It's a special time in life. Watching them open presents is magical. Too bad it goes by so fast and they grow up. Yeah, I still kinda love them. Now they have their own house and kids. I want my babies back!!
I'm sure I'm in trouble already. You're yelling about grandkids. Yes, they are awesome. I will talk about them in 'Christmas Present'. Follow the story. There are three ghosts in this tale. This is my blog and my music and story is in the past. One day, far in the future, you will understand. But you have to make those memories today. Hug em if you got em.


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