Monday, December 12, 2005

Christmas Story

  I hope you haven't already read this, but if you have that it's been a while so you can enjoy it again.  Love Always, Merry
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MASON'S CHRISTMAS BALL
by Kathy Pippig Harris

      The clock in the hallway sounded 12 times.
      Midnight.  Christmas Eve.
      Playing softly through the speakers mounted above the nurses'
station Christmas music filtered into those rooms with open doors.
      The older lady sat in her chair by the window.  A thick
comforter wrapped around her frail frame.  Colors flashed and spun
along the walls of her room from the gaily lit Christmas tree in the
walkway, just outside her door.
      Lora gazed past the chilled windowpane, at the snow flurries
dancing on an errant breeze.
      But the vision that filled her eyes was that of a certain yellow
Lab who had become her most treasured visitor.
      His name was Mason and he had once been Lora's life companion.
When she became too ill to care for him, her neighbors, newlyweds
Tyler and Kelli, had volunteered to take him in.
      Mason had always nurtured a fondness for the couple and quickly
became a member of their family, while spending many hours with Lora.
Happy hours they were, sitting in Lora's garden as the sun warmed
them both.  Or in Lora's den, a fire crackling in the hearth as both
canine and human napped in its cozy glow.
      Lora had been in the retirement home for nearly three years, and
Mason always visited her on Christmas day.  She looked past her
reflection in the window glass and smiled.
      Not too long now until she'd get to see Mason.
      Closing her eyes she snuggled into the warmth of the comforter,
her mind playing back well remembered scenes.  Mason loved to fetch
and come every Christmas he would gingerly pull aglass ball off
their tree, trot over to her and drop his treasure in her lap.  Lora
never knew why he was fascinated with the Christmas ball decorations,
but she had come to anticipate this loving gesture from Mason.
      Last Christmas, when Mason came with Tyler and Kelli to visit,
he had proudly presented her with a shiny red ball.  Moments after he
had brought the decoration to Lora, a nurse padded through the
doorway, a searching expression on her face.  Lora held up the glass
ball and the nurse had smiled and shook her head.  Mason grinned and
everyone laughed.  Mason had plucked it from the Christmas tree in
the hallway.
      Comforted by her rememberings, Lora fell asleep as the snow
tapped softly on her windowpane.
                                    __________

      Their guests had left an hour ago and it was just after midnight
when Kelli and Tyler had headed for the comfort of their bed.  Their
party had been marvelous but it had left them both tuckered out and
the thought of sleep was welcome.
      Mason, too, had enjoyed the party, entertaining guests.  Seeking
out and giving affections.  Bestowing sloppy kisses on the children,
and for the adults Mason proffered his paw.  It was the closest he
came to giving them a hug, without fear of knocking them down.
      Kelli and Tyler had stopped telling their guests that Mason
would fetch them a Christmas ornament from the tree.  For in the two
Christmases that had passed, Mason did not comply.  It seemed this
particular "gift" was given to one person only -- Lora.
      As the couple made their way up the stairway, Mason followed
close behind, his long tail wagging happily.  A smile on his face, he
panted, tongue out to the side of his muzzle.  An expression of utter
joy on his furry face.
      As Kelli and Tyler settled in for the night, Mason circled three
times, then snugged down into his soft bed on the floor, at the foot
of their bed.
      Christmas morning arrived as the winter sun splintered through
the blinds of the bedroom window.  Tyler groggily stumbled toward the
bathroomand stopped short.
     Something was not right.  He turned 'round and his eyes fell on
the sight of his wife at Mason's bedside.
      Tears wet her cheeks as she sobbed -- Mason's head held gently
in her hands.  Mason was limp, his once animated face now lifeless.
      Tyler swallowed back a lump in his throat.  He walked numbly
over to his wife and Mason, dropped down on his knees and wept into
Mason's soft fur.
                                    __________

      Lora was awakened due to the persistent nudging of her hand by a
cold, wet nose.  Whiskers tickled her wrist and she smiled as she
opened her eyes.
      There in her lap lay a multi-colored glass ball.  And staring at
her was the happiest face she could ever remember.  That of Mason's.
      Lora gingerly cupped the ornament in one hand as she stroked the
broad yellow brow of her beloved Mason.  She bent down over her
friend and whispered, "Merry Christmas, Mason."
      The nurse padded quietly into Lora's room to find the woman,
lifeless, still wrapped in the comforter.
      In her lap was a glass ball -- the one she noticed missing from
the Christmas tree earlier that night.
     Outside the frosty windowpane, the wintry sun sparkled on new snow.

            -- Kathy Pippig Harris   <kappi00 @ gmail.com>

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Kathy is a published author.  She finds inspiration for her novels,
short stories, and poems from her family, her job, her life's
experiences -- from a diagnosis of cancer, to a diagnosis of life,
and from the furry loved ones who share her world.  And she thanks
God for them all.
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1 comment:

yankeygr said...

That was just wonderful! Thanks for sharing that with us. Rhonda