— Finding excuses to NOT go Christmas shopping with the blonde ... or ANYbody ... thing is, after all these years of wedded bliss, it’s a good bet she’d rather go alone or with daughter-in-law Susie than hear me mumble about life’s unfairness ... besides all that, she flat loves to be out there shopping ... I suspect my “she” is not all that unique among the “shes” ... they start learning when they’re babies (thanks to Ed Bruce for that line).
— A whole month of the warmth and delight of the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room ... it is beautiful, thanks to the blonde and a young lady I call “Miss Orange” ... her name is Courtney Noah, she’s family ... and more good news is we do not take the tree down until January ... truth is, I’d be in favor of leaving it up for the entire year ... or at least until July 4.
A SMOKED turkey breast and a spiral-cut ham on the table Christmas Eve ... for some reason, even married to a lady who could keep Buckingham Palace guessing, the menu never varies ... hey, I’m not complaining, it’s merely a commentary.
— Wishing the three grandsons who no longer call Saks home were small again and roaring in the door on Christmas Eve with loud “We here, Poppa, We here!! Let’s open presents, OK Poppa!!” ... the memory is priceless.
— A quiet Christmas morning sitting beside the tree with just the blonde ... opening our gifts to each other ... thing is she’s the best gift of my life ... and the sharing of a quiet visit after “the night before” is a time for that appreciation ... and maybe, just maybe, around the cup of eggnog there may be a quiet “Merry Christmas” and a “I love you” or two.
WONDERING whatever happened to my all-time favorite Christmas commercial ... Santa Claus riding down a snowy slope with a Norelco razor as his sled ... with thousands of Christmas commercials over the years, I have no idea why that one hangs in my mind ... maybe it’s because I never did believe reindeer could fly, but Santa on a Norelco razor is believable.
— The lights of Quintard and Noble Street ... truth is neither is as lovely as in past years ... several blocks of Quintard have no lights, a number of buildings on Noble have no lights, either ... I once felt Norman Rockwell would have loved to paint Noble, but not now ... I have no idea what’s happened and, in the spirit of Christmas, I don’t want to know ... I’ll check on it in the new year.
— Christmas carols on the stereo ... my favorite will always be “Silent Night” ... on a lighter note it’s one of two ... “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town” or “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus Last Night” ... probably the latter ... been there, done that ... and whatever happened to “All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth” ... No. 1 worst.
DRINKING eggnog ... it’s the only time of the year I do that ... truth is I really don’t like the stuff ... but I do believe in tradition.
— Colors ... red’s the boss with ol’ Santa’s uniform the leader ... green is next with the trees and the wreaths hung just about everywhere ... white is a staple in just about everything.
— The lights of homes along my path ... tinkling of bells ... and those Salvation Army people who forever do good work, especially at Christmas.
— Wishing I could call old buddies and just say “Merry Christmas” and “I love you.” ... this year, I’ve lost three who were very, very special in my life ...
May God bless ... and loosen your belt a notch and try to get some rest when this day is done.
George Smith cannot be reached today ... but he does wish you a “Merry Christmas” and a “Happy New Year.”