Thru brisk whisk winter way drove that Woodie Chevrolet to snow covered alpine chalet, to warm embers hearth, to arms of of love, to kisses soft, to song of brisk whisk winter way.
Oh, as smoke a puff from chimney rose, those Christmas lights thru windows glowed in that house called home; a home not adrift but nestled in white cloud nest, blanketed picturesque. And as for Ted, well he to self said, "What a blessing this wagon load of gifts a joy, presents for my preggers Tess and soon to be Tess Juniorette, and presents for precious kitty pets Squeaky, Buddy and the Lynx. Even found one for me, a well insulated L.L. Legume tartan plaid Yukon cap, for which did I ever pay in every way far too much." So did the Ted strap cap on, to keep his ears, oh so warm.
Thus Ted, carol a humming, undertook Woodie unloading. But alas, forsooth, oh my, and aw shucks already, like a stereo turntable turned askew, that too sharp needle came a screeching across vinyl LP noel a carol. For after the laden arms of the Ted negotiated picket fence gate, and his feet had near trod all the way up icy path to front porch steps, and just as the Tess, Squeaky, Buddy and the Lynx out picture window glanced, they witnessed snow boot done gone a slipping and gifts done gone a flipping. Ted's back slapped ice, sent from lungs breath mist into air a freezing, and his head ker-smacked that ice so unforgiving.
Tess flung open door, cats round her legs did out door swirl. Cradling tummy full a baby, Tess made cautious way to hubby, lifted his cat licked face, "Open those eyes Teddy!" Tess repleaded, "Open those big dopey brown eyes, Theodore. Don't you dare turn this noel a carol into dirge of peril. Think of our little Tess Juniorette, Teddy. Teddy, please say something. Oh, dear Jesus help us..."
As for Ted, well the Ted did open eyes, although they were tad crossed. And then, and then that's when the after head smacked on ice utterances, an avalanche of guilt laden adages began: "Too-too paid toot-toot tootle-loo, the whole kit and caboodle, the whole ball of wax, the yodel of yarn, the whole shebang, whole schmear, the whole nine yards, the whole shootin match, the full monte, the kitchen sink, the bathroom tub, high noon, rice and beans, extra chips please, the whole enchilada. I paid too selfish much for this dumb tartan plaid floppy eared cap."
That's when the Lynx felt so guided to give his Pa Pa's face one last slurpy tongue baptism. Ted eyes uncrossed, the tears on Tess rosy cheeks came into focus, and the Ted, well that is when he said, "I know, I paid too much for this silly plaid cap, but Tess did you have to clobber me?" He grinned.
"You dummy, the super insulated padding of that blessed floppy eared cap saved your noggin. What possessed you to buy it?"
"Well Tess, it was the strangest thing. In the sporting goods store, passing by this L.L. Legume winter cap display, a still small voice commanded, 'You are going to need this...' "
"Just as the Lord sees the situation not yet come, so he also hears the urgent prayer to be," Tess smiled, "for what is time to the Creator of time..."
"Look at you, all up in that metaphysical ether," Ted grinned.
"Better metaphysical than needing a medical physical." A wide eyed Tess shook head yes.
"Sometimes the little slips in life so remind." Ted sat up, got up, helped up his with child Tess. And all went up steps into the warmth of the house called home...
All... including with straight up tails a twitching, trois bon chats noel a carol with meows a plenty and a purr-ee or three.
So ends our little tall tail tale, that so began: Thru brisk whisk winter way, drove that Woodie Chevrolet to snow covered alpine chalet, to warm embers hearth, to arms of love, to kisses soft, to song of brisk whisk winter way...
The wise know the reason for the season is the greatest gift of all... JESUS...
Merry Christmas... for YOU are loved...
Luke 1:26-35, 2:1-19 the birth of Jesus...
1st Kings 19:11-13 the still small voice...
Listen...
