We would all like to thank Dorman for this wonderful Christmas Wish. Being at the party we all had a good time listening to Dorman. Thank you for being a member of Englewood Authors.
CHRISTMAS GIFTS
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for that dang mouse. Scratch, scratch, scritch, scritch , with a rhythm you could not miss, made you wonder what was amiss. Stockings all hung, Christmas tree trimmed, bright lights shine among ornaments and tinsel and shinning bright star, everything ready for Santa and gifts.
Quiet reflections on what this is all about, celebrating a life which no one can doubt. All of a sudden you hear this sound coming from behind the tree, increasing in volume and speed, you couldn’t repeat. Scratch, scratch, scratch, - scritch, scritch, scritch which at it’s crescendo made goose bumps on your skin like when listening to the screeching sound made when raking your fingernails across a slate chalkboard.
All of a sudden there came a loud, heavy knock on the door, took a moment to get off the floor. Opening the door wide, you would never guess who was there. Big Ed Ellis and the entire group of Englewood Authors singing Christmas carols and spreading cheer and joy to all and even reading a story or two. What an inspiration to receive well wishes and encouragement from a group such as this when it comes from the heart with sincerity. No better Christmas gift could have been given and received.
Basking in the afterglow of such a nice event, things got quiet, wondering if Santa still had us on his list. While settling down waiting for Santa, again this sound from behind the tree lingered, only changed a bit to scratch, scritch, scratch, scritch, then suddenly stopped.
All of a sudden there was a loud crash, like a truck landing on the roof, accompanied by the sound like that of a hundred drum sticks beating on a drum. It was really Santa, his sleigh and reindeers led by Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. The roof being tin, they could not get their feet set down making this drumming sound. However it did announce their arrival and restored the faith that Santa would get here.
It quieted down somewhat and suddenly Santa with his bag full of gifts came crashing down the chimney. After the soot and dust settled down, a second look made me ask this big man dressed like Santa, “Is that you ED?”. No I’m Santa, he snorted, with your gifts. At that he dumped his bag under the tree and began passing out the gifts. Much to everyone’s joy all received gifts that had been ask for. Observing this grand occasion was heart warming and pleasurable. Santa said “OOPS’, there is something behind the tree yet. Pulling it out from under the tree he said “WOW”., this looks like a big nest made from pencil shavings, yes pencil shaving.
Spreading it out revealed a bright white paper wrapped box with gold ribbons and a silver star. Picking the box up he examined it, handed the box to me and said “MERRY CHRISTMAS’. Writing on top of box said, Scratch, Scritch. With that the paper and ribbons were ripped off, opened the box and therein was a beautiful blue covered book with gold letters which read:
MEMORIES OF A MOUSE
SCRATCH - SCRITCH
With this I wish Ed Ellis and the entire group of Englewood Authors and guests’
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
HAVE A HAPPY DAY
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