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!”
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