It’s just beyond me… Part VIII
And it just seems like plain nonsense…)It's just beyond me… Ninth Session.-It was very early when the angelic voice whispered in my ear that it was time to wake up. His little hands I pulled the blanket and insisted that I wake up … I could never resisttheir little voice, and, after all, it was only once a year and it always gave me hope. I was sleepy and enjoying the innocence of the little boy that was pulling at my hand without hesitation asking me to accompany him to the livingroom. I moved slowly down the corridor. My feet caressed the carpet that we bought on our trip to Africa.
The hall light was on, but could not hear a thing. The blinking colored lights were distorted by the tinted windows of the solid wooden door.
When I pushed the door open, I was dragged inside by the small red haired boy and I could not help smiling.
We had only decorated the Christmas tree a week before and there it stood, surrounded by packages of all sizes and colors. I had four mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table and the three men she loved most in the world sat on the couch. The two young twins, identical to the untrained eye, were excitedly jumping on the couch, begging to open their gifts.
We had only decorated the Christmas tree a week before and there it stood, surrounded by packages of all sizes and colors. I had four mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table and the three men she loved most in the world sat on the couch. The two young twins, identical to the untrained eye, were excitedly jumping on the couch, begging to open their gifts.
The third man, a handsome man with a dark beard and bright blue eyes that even today make me tremble like a teenager every time I see them. I smiled happily. After kising me good morning, he brought the two redheaded goblins to order who were scurrying around the room and with the same enthusiasm and innocence as our children, they would open presents while I was sipping my hot chocolate that I had carefully I had prepared for the three of them before they had woken up and thanked the heavens for my happiness.
Today I went back to that Christmas day in my dreams. And although it is a recurring dream, doctor, I always wake up crying with happiness. Innocence, it is a ptity that we have the folly to want to get rid of it so soon … but we do not realize that in most cases it will be stolen from you when you least expect it.
I think that was the happiest moment of my life. When you have lived many unhappy things, youknow when you have been completely happy and although it is the best feeling in the world it has a bitter taste. That seemingly unimportant small thing, a sour note in a sweet snack … the fear that life will not always be a perfect Christmas dream and that life has very little sweet things in store for me. I wanted to freeze time. And I was right to feel that way, because not long after things got complicated.
Do you want me to come back next week? Are you sure? Good, but not on Christmas Day… Great, see you on Tuesday after Christmas. Merry Christmas. And don't drink too much, gentlemen do not get drunk.
Thanks, Merry Christmas. See you later.