Peace
So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
The falling snow had already blanketed the paddock by the time Regan had finished bedding down the horses for the night. With a small sigh, he pulled the stable door closed behind him and slid the latch in place. He trudged wearily across the lawn, aiming for the weathered wooden stairs that led up to his garage apartment. He could see his breath puffing out in front of him every time he exhaled.
It had been a nice Christmas. A quiet Christmas.
A lonely Christmas.
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
When he’d first heard the Bob-Whites would be spending their vacation with Di’s Uncle Monty, the real Uncle Monty, not that silly little con artist fellow, he’d thought it would be a welcome break from all the commotion and craziness. He’d thought a bit of peace and quietness was just what he’d needed. No jewel thieves; no phony relatives; no mysteries. And it had been nice. For about a day.
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
Bobby Belden had come to see him every day since his older brothers and sister had left. His visits had become bright spots in an otherwise dull week. Regan smiled ruefully at the thought. He wasn’t exactly Mr. Excitement, but apparently he wasn’t cut out for this gentile country life style either, even if he was just an employee, not a "to the manor born" gentleman.
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were off enjoying themselves in Jamaica. Miss Trask was in the city with her sister. Tom and Celia were, for all intents and purposes, on another planet.
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight
Regan climbed the steps slowly.
There was a package by the door, wrapped in red paper with a big green bow. He frowned slightly and picked it up. He opened his door and flipped on the overhead light as he walked inside. The card attached simply read "REGAN."
He tore the envelope open and pulled out the greeting card. The cover was a picture of a cowboy, riding his horse through the snow, holding a Christmas wreath in one hand. Inside, the printed message read, "Wishing you a joyous season of peace."
"Well I got that, didn’t I?" He murmured with a chuckle. Too much peace.
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
And below the generic Hallmark missive, in a sloppy, girlish writing:
"Regan,
I sure hope my goony little brother remembers to deliver this. I told Moms about it. I think she’ll see to it. Oh, and please give a carrot to Susie for me. I didn’t want to wrap one and leave it. I thought it would get kind of yucky after a few days.
Merry Christmas!
Trixie."
And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
A new one just begun
And so happy Christmas
We hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
Curious, Regan untied the green bow and ripped the paper from the small box. Inside he found a horseshoe ornament, a little box of chocolates and note that read, "Your favorite Christmas show is on tonight on channel 6, at 8:30."
Regan glanced at his clock and reached for the television remote.
He sat back and smiled.
"You’re a mean one, Mister Grinch," he told the green skinned cartoon character seriously. And he laughed.
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
War is over
If you want it
War is over now
Happy Christmas.
Happy Xmas (War is Over) by John Lennon. Press the play arrow, if you are so inclined.
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
The falling snow had already blanketed the paddock by the time Regan had finished bedding down the horses for the night. With a small sigh, he pulled the stable door closed behind him and slid the latch in place. He trudged wearily across the lawn, aiming for the weathered wooden stairs that led up to his garage apartment. He could see his breath puffing out in front of him every time he exhaled.
It had been a nice Christmas. A quiet Christmas.
A lonely Christmas.
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
When he’d first heard the Bob-Whites would be spending their vacation with Di’s Uncle Monty, the real Uncle Monty, not that silly little con artist fellow, he’d thought it would be a welcome break from all the commotion and craziness. He’d thought a bit of peace and quietness was just what he’d needed. No jewel thieves; no phony relatives; no mysteries. And it had been nice. For about a day.
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
Bobby Belden had come to see him every day since his older brothers and sister had left. His visits had become bright spots in an otherwise dull week. Regan smiled ruefully at the thought. He wasn’t exactly Mr. Excitement, but apparently he wasn’t cut out for this gentile country life style either, even if he was just an employee, not a "to the manor born" gentleman.
And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were off enjoying themselves in Jamaica. Miss Trask was in the city with her sister. Tom and Celia were, for all intents and purposes, on another planet.
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight
Regan climbed the steps slowly.
There was a package by the door, wrapped in red paper with a big green bow. He frowned slightly and picked it up. He opened his door and flipped on the overhead light as he walked inside. The card attached simply read "REGAN."
He tore the envelope open and pulled out the greeting card. The cover was a picture of a cowboy, riding his horse through the snow, holding a Christmas wreath in one hand. Inside, the printed message read, "Wishing you a joyous season of peace."
"Well I got that, didn’t I?" He murmured with a chuckle. Too much peace.
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
And below the generic Hallmark missive, in a sloppy, girlish writing:
"Regan,
I sure hope my goony little brother remembers to deliver this. I told Moms about it. I think she’ll see to it. Oh, and please give a carrot to Susie for me. I didn’t want to wrap one and leave it. I thought it would get kind of yucky after a few days.
Merry Christmas!
Trixie."
And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
A new one just begun
And so happy Christmas
We hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
Curious, Regan untied the green bow and ripped the paper from the small box. Inside he found a horseshoe ornament, a little box of chocolates and note that read, "Your favorite Christmas show is on tonight on channel 6, at 8:30."
Regan glanced at his clock and reached for the television remote.
He sat back and smiled.
"You’re a mean one, Mister Grinch," he told the green skinned cartoon character seriously. And he laughed.
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
War is over
If you want it
War is over now
Happy Christmas.
Happy Xmas (War is Over) by John Lennon. Press the play arrow, if you are so inclined.