Christmas Story Day 21, Christmas Locket by James A. Kisner

Christmas Locket "The tree's up in the attic, Mom, it's wrapped and tightly bound, If you want, I'll help you get it, we can bring it down. "No," she said, "that was your father's job before he died." "But, Mom, it's been almost three years and you've not even tried." "You haven't had a Christmas tree since Daddy passed away, And I think that it's time you put your tree up for display." "Maybe this year I will do it," then she smiled at me, "But I don't think today I feel like messing with a tree." Three weeks until Christmas as I sat there at my mother's, Sipping tea and talking of my children and my brothers. She preferred to live alone after my dad's death, Because she said she never would become somebody's pest. So as we chatted and enjoyed each other's company, I told her, "Mom, the kids ask every year about your tree." "They ask why Grandma doesn't like to put it up and trim, So I just told them next time, ask her; you explain to them." She just smiled and said, "You tell them I don't need a tree, Santa only comes to children; he won't come to me." We laughed and then I had to leave, I had not made a case. She said, "I'll put a little one upon the fireplace." On Christmas Day since Daddy died, we all went to my mother's, But it was not a happy time like all the many others. We would take some things to her, our presents and some food, She wanted it kept simple; she was never in the mood. But this year as we reached her door the children starting saying, "Mom, there's something different, we hear Christmas music playing." I knocked and opened up the door completely mesmerized, I just could not believe the scene that stretched before my eyes. Christmas music playing and sweet smells that filled the air, A Christmas dinner cooking and the tree was sitting there. Fully trimmed and lighted up like never it had been, A roaring fire and all the room with decorated trim. Presents underneath the tree and candy all around, I just stood there looking and I couldn't make a sound. Stockings hanging by the fire so full and each a name, I wondered what had happened; did my mother go insane? She came out of the kitchen with a smile across her face, "Well," she said, "what do you think of Grandma's Christmas place?" The kids were all excited as they ran to see the tree, Then she sat me down and said, "There's something you must see. "I went up to the attic after you left here last time, Just to look around in it to see what I could find. I saw the Christmas tree wrapped up but much to my surprise, I also found the gifts your dad had bought before he died." Around her neck she had a locket I had never seen, She said, "Here, read this Christmas card; you'll see just what I mean." I opened up the Christmas card and it was from my dad, I started getting teary eyed and starting feeling sad. The card was really beautiful and he had done some writing, It was really eerie but was also so exciting. "Merry Christmas, Sweetheart," he had written to my mother, "You know I love this holiday much more than any other. "I know this may be sad, but this may be my last on earth, But we both know that we have lived it for all that its worth. We both know that I am ill and may not have much time, But the time we've had together was so very fine. "I love you so much, Sweetheart, and I know this will be hard, So I will put this letter inside of your Christmas card. I am not afraid to die, for we've had many years, But just the thought of leaving you has caused me many tears. "You are my source of living and your love has made me whole, Your love has penetrated even to my very soul. That is why I know, Sweetheart, I am the first to go, But we again will be together, that much I do know. "A love like ours cannot die out; it is too very strong, I will be the first to leave but you will come along. One day we will be happier than we have ever been, I love you, wife and lover, and my dearest, dearest friend. "But, Sweetheart, please be happy; it will be a little while, Before I once again can see your glowing, gentle smile. One day we will look back on this and hold each other tight, And never have to look again into the darkest night. "I've given you this locket and our pictures are within, With smiling faces just the way that it has always been. Christmas at our house was always such a great affair, With all our loved ones sharing happiness while gathered there. "These pictures are from Christmas past that shows our happiness, And now it will be different but I have one final wish. It was the best time of the year and I will still be there, Remember this and open up this locket that you wear. "Enjoy the friends and family and the festive joyous ring, Just share the love that we have known and never change a thing. Remember that this happiness will take you through the years, And when I hold you once again I'll wipe away those tears." I closed the card and wiped my eyes and took a little while. Then when I looked at Mother I could only see her smile. "This was his favorite holiday," my mother said again, "And I will make it happy until I'm with him again." by James A. Kisner © 2003