Christmas is supposed
to be a time of cheer. A time when children are on their
best behavior. A time of familiar songs. A time that
you can spend with your loved ones. A time to look at the
world in a new light, to see the good inherent in mankind. A
time to forgive and forget, in anticipation of the New Year ahead.
And this is true
whether you are celebrating Christmas, or Channukah, or Winter
Solstice, or any of a number of other traditions. Of even
if you are just celebrating to be celebrating.
Amazingly enough,
even I was having a pleasant Christmas season. This is an
unusual occurence for me. Whether I end up facing off with
Frosty the Garbage Man in a San Francisco alley, or if I help Santa
Claus deliver his gifts to New Jersey, my Christmas season is rarely
slow. But not this year.
Marlene and I, with
Nicholas and Cubby as out guests, had just sat down to a nice Christmas
Eve dinner — a tradition in Marlene’s family. And
then the phone rang. Fifteen thousand things ran through my head,
as I tried to figure out what was going to manage to interrupt
the first normal Christmas I had had in five years.
“I’ll
get it,” said Marlene.
Nicholas, Cubby,
and I made small talk while Marlene was one the phone. Still,
I strained to hear her voice in the next room, but could hardly
make out a word of it.
“Who was on
the phone?” I asked when she returned.
“It was Angel
Zimmer.”
Angel Zimmer, one
of Marlene’s co-workers at the television station. Her
husband, Peter, was an astronaut, and had gone up on the latest
space shuttle. Visions of Challenger danced in my head. I
had a sudden urge to rush to the television and watch for special
news reports interrupting the eighth showing of It’s
a Wonderful Life.
“What did she
have to say? Is Pete alright?”
“Angel called
to say: ‘Pete’s on Earth!’”
Goodwill to men.
And the holidays proceeded apace.
Best wishes for the
Holiday Season from Marc Lynx and all the Missing Lynx characters.