I wrote this on Christmas eve. The first one I was ever alone on. Thought I would share it again. I am a burly old man who lives in the hills, with a beard to my stomach and long hair still. I no longer believe in this Christmas day, for that is the day my mother went away. I was young, active and full of love, My mom use to call me her little snow dove. She raised me the best she knew how, no money in hand not much food I know now. It seemed each Christmas she found a way, just to make old Christmas a special day. She cooked some moose or caribou maybe a rabbit in the stew pot, with luck maybe a carrot or potato would be on top. We would go outside and pick a branch off a tree, and put something on it and call it Santa’s tree. She was the best mom in my world, always smiling and caring to all I am told. Then on a morning called Christmas day, My poor mom was taken away. I lived there in our cabin from that point on, not going to school just did not want to be around. A Christmas eve was here again , my brain still in sorrow, I am not sure where to begin. I look out the window and there is a light, over the horizon to the north and it’s so bright. An extra cold night as its 50 below, so I bundled up and started to walk through the snow. It seemed I walked and walked to no end, but the light was still there just around the bend. As I crossed the river there was a crack, I began to run but fell on my back. I felt the ice water soak into my cloths, before I knew it, it was filling my nose. I began to shiver and ice formed on my eyes, I was under the water and knew this was good bye. A hole opened up, I dragged myself out on the bank of snow, Where I knew the end was near I just know. Then I felt the heat, a glow of the light, the heat and love what a beautiful sight. A hand reached down and said stand up son, Your time is not near it’s just begun. As I stood up, my mother smiled, She said son please remember why. Not the money, or things we did not have, could change the love I have for my Snow Dove. Christmas is the day of our Christ being born, Not the day that we should be all torn. I love you always and you need to move on, find you a woman and have a son. Raise your child the way you can, bring out the joy and the love because now you are the man. I am fine and a angel as you see, I have touched you know and all the bitterness will flee. I felt my body change and the anger was gone, The lord allowed me to see my greatly missed, my mom. I made it down the hill that very night, picked up a branch and set up a tree , oh what a site. This night changed me forevermore, now I have my family and so much more. Thank you God and mom for allowing me to see this beautiful sight, and taking away the anger and showing me light. Amen
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 18:31:24 +0000
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