By Sandra Grabman
It’s the Christmas season! How fun!
I walk through the neighborhood to see what Christmas cheer awaits.
The Burks’ sidewalk is lined with three-foot-high, red-and-white
striped candy canes. Looks like a delightful Candyland path for any child
to take. Next door is the Adams’ house. Their lawn has cute moving
reindeer in it. One even has a red nose. Neato! Then comes the
Stewarts’ house. They have an inflatable Santa and elves in their
yard. They somehow keep them in place in spite of the powerful Oklahoma
wind. The next house on the block is the Pruetts’, and their two-story
house is outlined in multicolored lights. Glad I didn’t have to climb
that ladder to get them way up there!
What’s that nagging feeling that keeps bothering me?
Something’s missing? Nonsense!
Shrugging off that pesky feeling, I go to the next house. It belongs to
the McElroys. They have inflatable decorations, too – a snowman
family. How adorable! A little way down the street I see the Murphys’
house and their decorated Christmas tree through their picture window. Its
branches are bedecked with Disney characters skating, waving, and opening
gifts. The Freemans’ house beside that one has a clever decoration
on their roof – Santa’s sleigh full of gaily-wrapped gifts,
and protruding from their chimney are Santa’s feet. That makes me
On, no. It’s that kill-joy little voice inside my head again.
“Something’s definitely missing,” it tells me. “
Something really, really important.”
This is no time for worrisome thoughts, so I continue my little walk. A
few neighborhood stores come next, and they all have big signs in their
windows, reminding us of the number of days left until Christmas and
urging us to do our shopping there. They have a special sale for last-minute
items for the procrastinator.
As it begins to get darker, I turn toward home. The church bells begin
to ring in the distance, and I wonder what on earth it could’ve been
that seemed to be missing.