Saturday, December 22, 2012
'Twas the night before Christmas, at Rainbow Bridge too.
We Bridge kids were thinking as always of you.
We'd seen how the holidays weren't bright this year,
Heard you whisper so often, "I wish you were here!"
We know how you wish you could just stay in bed
And sleep through the holiday lying ahead,
When all celebrate with their loved ones so near...
Unless they have loved ones on this side this year.
But we're no less alive here, on the other side.
If you could just see us, you would've laughed and not cried.
The dogs all in harness, pulling the sleigh.
The cats all in Santa hats pointing the way.
The pet birds all flying back over the rainbow,
Bound homeward in spite of Earth's darkness and snow.
All the pets that you've lost, pets for whom you've cried,
Flying home on this Christmas to be by your side.
If you feel warm fur brush you when no pet's around,
Hear a soft bark or purr, just a ghost of a sound,
We're trying to tell you we're visiting this way,
And our visits, even rainbows, can be on any day.
But for Christmas we have something special to do,
A sleigh full of happy dream visits for you.
On doggy, on kitty, on winged friend and ferret!
The love that you lavished, we mean now to share it!
We're fetching that love home, the way we once played,
With the closeness we shared and the memories we made.
Our Earth lives with you were too short for us, too,
And on this Christmas Eve we have so much to do.
So all through this night as you sleep in your beds,
Sweet visions of fur babies dance in your heads.
This one special night we can bring you Home for a while,
Your true home in Heaven, where again you will smile.
Over the rainbow you'll fly, for a short while this night,
Hours that you'll be happy, hours that will feel right,
Hours to cuddle and hug us, to run and to play,
Before the return to Earth in our magic way.
And when you awaken and face Christmas Day,
We pray you'll remember your trip on our sleigh,
But in case you forget, just remember our love.
Remember us watching you, your angels above.
Sending love wrapped in rainbows, shining and bright,
Love that will guide you through the darkest night,
Love found in each memory unwrapped through the year,
Replacing dark sorrows with Christmas cheer.
Leave the toys to St. Nick, we Bridge kids bring dreams,
Sweet visits to remind you all is not as it seems
When you look all around you with tired Earthly eyes.
If you saw as we do, there'd be joy and surprise.
There are fur angels waiting by those Christmas trees,
Always there for you and hearing your pleas.
We're never more than a thought away from your home,
You're never forgotten, you're never alone.
Nor are we alone here, with our Rainbow Bridge friends.
We know only joy here, the celebrating never ends,
And after our reunions with you Christmas Eve,
We Bridge kids will party like you'd never believe.
But we'll slip away often to be by your side.
Sitting there watching you, eyes open wide,
Praying you'll be able to catch a glimpse of us, too.
But whether or not you see us - Merry Christmas to you!
Written by - Cindy Morgan (2007)
Friday, December 21, 2012
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring…except the mouse that we found burrowing a hole in the wall of the garage who has probably started a nest in one of the kids’ presents we’ve been storing out there.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, even Nora’s, which totally doesn’t match because I ordered it from Pottery Barn separately and guessed the wrong color but couldn’t return it because I’d had it monogrammed—grrr.
The children were nestled, finally passed out in their beds, while visions of iPhones and flashlights (their only Christmas request) danced in their heads.
I in my apron (making egg casserole for Christmas brunch, which—ack!—I’m hosting) and Nick in his khakis with tools in his lap, surrounded by presents we still had to wrap. And assemble. And possibly still run out and buy from CVS or whatever place might be open at 11 p.m. the night before Christmas.
When out of Nick’s mouth, there arose such a clatter, I ran from the kitchen to see what was the matter. Away to the living room I flew like a flash, just in time to catch Nick tearing open the boxes, throwing the directions and—crash!
It was late, we were tired, the fire barely aglow, and the wine we’d drank at Christmas Eve dinner gave a luster of haze to the objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a wooden dollhouse in 80 miniature pieces lying haphazardly on the floor. A refrigerator, a bed, a wall, a door, a tiny loaf of bread and a million things more.
I knew in a moment it must be that Nick didn’t put this thing together yesterday like I’d asked.
More rapid than eagles his curses they came, and he grunted and groaned and call me a name. “Now Erin! C’mon! Are you kidding me here? I thought we were getting her a baby doll this year? I’m gonna lose it! I can’t! I’m pitching a fit. Seriously, babe, where did you buy this s**t!”
And then, in my fantasy world, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I imagined it in my head, and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
Except he didn’t. It was just Nick and me and all this crap we still had to wrap. Defeated, exhausted, we almost gave up. But it’s Christmas! We love this day! We love this season! And so we bucked up and pushed through without any reason…except for the fact that our kids would be wildly disappointed if they woke up to half-assembled unwrapped gifts and pissed off parents.
Nick told a joke, I passed him the tape and slowly the dollhouse began to take shape. I realized he was funny and cute, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his Phillips head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
We spoke not a word, but went straight to our work, and filled all the stockings, without saying “you $@# jerk.” We took bites from the cookies, adjusted the bows, piled packages under the tree, then up to our bedroom we rose. And then we exclaimed, before we turned out the light, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose
over his fireplace before Christmas.
He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.
What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because
every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed,
his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
One year I decided to make his dream come true.
I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't
sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.
If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse
yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?"
"You're kidding me!" " Who would buy that?"
Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.
I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a
passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.
Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different
models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do
things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable
Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale.
To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination.
On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.
My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning
hours, long after Santa had come and gone. I filled the dangling pantyhose
with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what
remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a
couple of hours.
The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house
and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog
confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark
some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so
the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the
traditional Christmas dinner.
My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door.
"What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll."
"Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several
candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?"
Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying
to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't
she have any teeth?"
Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no
one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny,
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and
said," Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's
friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to
Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting.
It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died,
who was dying, and who should die, when suddenly Louise made a
noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning.
Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell
in a heap in front of the sofa.
The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and
Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet
his pants and Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and
sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.
Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to
decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had
suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks
to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.
Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies.
I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house.
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