The Christmas Family

The Christmas Family

Hours of darkness and rain.  Empty tanks and quick stops.  Rush to beat Father Time and the ending of that day.  Lights in the rearview mirror.  Fatigue eyes seeing blurred beams, yet his mind, the images clear of days gone by.  Brothers and sis, and then, that red-headed mom.  Dad, crazy in love, with camera not.  In his anxiety, he remembered his days courting mom.  The red hair told the truth.  The click.  Caught the moment.  The Christmas Family, oh, but the other days.  Presents and gifts, one or two each, those were the days.  Today, mom's gift a Polaroid.  Memories it brought, its photos in future years.  Blink of an eye, wag of the wheel.  Whew, close.  Tires stood fast.  Unaware of the true meaning of Christmas back then.  Years and experiences have taught him many secrets everyone should know.  It is the key that opened his door, and hopefully, the gate one day, he was chasing to be with tonight.  Family was his life.  He meant to keep it in his journey to Above Cognitive.

The fire blazed in the orange-red chimney.  Her eyes focused on the star above the darkened Christmas tree.  No lights, though there.  With a flick of a switch, all would glow.  Tonight, all prayers.  Some for forgiveness; some for him; most for her, the one asleep in the bed.  Family all in her heart, including the one of partial songs bouncing up and down on the wooden floor with a baby young.  Falling asleep like tonight but in his arms or broad shoulder.  Mother watch over your child and pray.  The world can be cold without the warmth of Him.  He was in her heart, tonight, as well as, he, always.  It was she who was lost to her heart and only now has she found it, again.  Faith from the smile of a sleeping child as she looked in.  God forgave and asked her to forgive herself for losing Him.  "Tonight, find your Christmas Family.  Begin that journey with him to face Me after the land of Above Cognitive."

He knew sometimes God was taking the steering wheel.  Lines of white, or were they yellow.  This sign said what, or was it that.  The hours became fewer and fewer.  The miles to go shorter and shorter.  He longed for The Christmas Family locked in his memory.  The strength of his mother all knew; the weakness of poor dad known, too.  After his father's death, the truth be known, poor dad was mom's strength.  The strength of the family.  The Christmas Family faded away.  With the last few miles, he relived the many years of the past and long-forgotten experiences.  With just 10 more miles to go, came the memories she took away.  The lightning thundered but no rain.  The booming cracks and flashes brought tears.  One more mile to go and the skies cleared.  The moon had hazel eyes and so full of hope.  Oceans of love mean nothing if it is all only from one.  The driveway.  A few more feet.  Will your Christmas Family await, or be dashed to the seeds of hell?  Will his key shine bright and open the door for two to become One in the land of Above Cognitive?

Still Christmas night, as he left the car so quick.  He needed not to open the door to know.  He felt her love so strong as he neared the house.  The door opened by the hands of God.  "Our Christmas Family complete," she shouted with a hug.  He now saw in his mind the Christmas lights outside the house; he saw the Christmas tree lit up so bright.  The cup of tea she was sipping on.  Kisses waited as they rushed to the Star of the Christmas Family.  "Hush," said God, as they looked in.  Asleep with a rainbow teddy bear, the brightest star since His birth.  She awoke, half-asleep.  As they all hugged, even God, their wishes went out, "Merry Christmas! to all the other Christmas Families."  A click was heard.  The key opened the door to their journey as One to Above Cognitive.  Now, the kiss.   Or, was this only a story created in front of a fire place on Christmas night about a journey to begin Above Cognitive?