It’s
a mystical magical time.
When
the boundaries between what is, what was and what could be cling to each other
closely.
Charles
Dickens’ “Scrooge” captures this fragile Christmas timeline perfectly.
The
message this Classic delivers is as valid today as it was the day it went from
Dickens imagination to pen to ink on paper, perhaps even more so.
It’s
not a complicated story.
In
fact, it’s the simplest of plots that begins with youthful hope of a balanced
happy life that becomes distorted by an obsession for professional and financial
success that ultimately results in love lost and a frigid bank account to
snuggle up to at night.
Only
by the grace of Christmas “ghosts” (or are they really angels?) is Scrooge able
to truly see the choices made that led him so far from his intended life and
realize that it’s never too late to revive long abandoned youthful hopes.
And
like Scrooge, the core of how close I’ve gotten to the life I wanted as a young
woman is totally, completely, unarguably built on how I’ve treated others, the “others”
I associated with and the choices that were made along the way. I take full ownership of each and every one
of those choices. Many took me to a
better more enlightened place but just as many didn’t.
As
I sit here now on the cusp of Christmas I can feel my Angels gathering around
me for an end-of-year conference. Yes Dad
and Leonard are there, so are Bob, Lucille, Carol, all my grandparents,
classmates and countless others that whisper in my ear from time to time.
I’m
listening ………..
Merry
Christmas and God Bless Us Everyone!
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