December 22, 2015:
No winter wonderland.
Santa will be wearing shorts this Christmas.
I remember when I moved to Pennsylvania on December 1, 1990.
It was mild, foggy, rainy .
Now, 25 years later, a record high of 70 degrees forecast for the holiday.
Last year, I was stuck in my driveway, perched on a snow bank.
And the winter was brutally cold.
Looking back, have I changed, from that December in 1990?
Certainly, I am older, but probably not any wiser.
I have fewer family members now, with the loss of my Mother, 2 brothers and a sister.
I still love working, as it keeps me active and involved in life.
I pretty much do what I want to do, after working hours.
I take time each day to give myself a few hours of “space” and enjoy my own company.
Admittedly, I am a silly, playful old geezer, who loves almost everyone.
I have many acquaintances, but few close friends.
And those few friends are very special to me.
Material things mean very little.
But I do like having enough money to stop and have a few glasses of wine at the local pub.
I have found that humor and laughter is the key to enjoying life.
I have a confession to make, although I am reluctant to say it.
Yes, I do wish for a sprinkling of snow for Christmas Eve.
Just enough to cover the trees, grass and the roof tops, as Santa makes his way once again across Pennsylvania. This year, with a full moon lighting his way.
Santa: He never changes.
He looked the same in 1990 as he does now.
I ran into him the other day, as I was feeling slightly depressed.
As I walked through the park, a child was crying.
Suddenly a puppy appeared and ran up to the child, wagging his tail and licking the child’s face.
The child squealed with delight.
Santa winked at me.
I asked, “Are you real?”
Santa smiled at me, and said, “Only if you believe.”