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Thanksgiving melts into Christmas

Published December 01. 2012 09:04AM

So it was Thanksgiving Day. We had a delicious turkey dinner and then afterward, it was time for our annual Turkey Hunt. Prior to everyone coming, I hid little turkeys around our yard. It helps us get up and moving around after such a large meal, with a little fun thrown in.

Mom opted not to hunt this year. She headed for the porch swing.

"Is it safe to sit on?" she asked cautiously, with reason. One day this past summer, she and I were sitting on the swing when the back of it broke and we got a jolted surprise. No one was hurt, thank goodness.

"Yup. Harry fixed it. It's as good as new," I replied confidently.

Swinging gently while chatting and laughing at the antics of our turkey hunters, we experienced a sudden "Thunk!"

I found myself, still on the swing, but the back end of my side was resting on the concrete floor. Apparently, the chain in back had slipped out of its eye hook.

I looked up to see Mom dangling high above me. Her head was pointing down toward the concrete floor and her feet were pointing heavenward. The expression on her face was a combination of shock and fear.

"Are you all right?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah. Are you all right?" I asked. She said she was.

And then I felt it begin to bubble. Soon I was giggling and then I started to laugh.

"You look ridiculous!" I snorted.

"Well, so do you," she retorted back and we both began laughing.

Imagine two turtles who found themselves flipped over on their backs and you get the idea of what we probably looked like.

Neither of us could move. Actually, I think we were afraid to move. Finally I yelled, "Help!"

Our turkey hunters were so focused on their prey, no one seemed to hear me.

I yelled louder and Abby finally found us. She tried to give us a hand but found it futile. She went for help. Soon we were surrounded by our loved ones. After determining we were all right, the giggles and laughs began all around. I heard someone say, "Go get the camera. We need a picture of this!"

Diane came to the rescue. "I've got mine" and snapped away. Thank goodness the moment was preserved for posterity. That's my family.

Our heroes determined the best way to rescue us was to right the swing back up. Mom and I gratefully stood. She turned to me and said, "I thought you told me it was safe to sit on."

I shrugged my shoulders and told her I thought it was. She left, I think for the bathroom. I turned and gave the swing the evil eye.

"You're possessed. I'm never sitting on you again. You're firewood," I told it and walked away.

Now that Thanksgiving is over, I'm devoting myself to Christmas. I'm sure your calendar looks a lot like mine, with almost every day filled with places to go and things to do. Today is Dec. 1. That means there are 24 more days until Christmas. I'm planning on singing my way through.

"On the first day of Christmas" is a few days after "Frosty the Snowman" appeared on several lawns and kids enjoyed their first "Sleigh Ride" of the season. One song you won't hear me singing is "Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow." It would be nice to have a "White Christmas," but "Baby, It's Cold Outside" and if it's going to be a "Winter Wonderland" around here, I would much rather be in the Caribbean because "All I Want for Christmas is a Tan." I wrote that in my letter to "Little St. Nick," and said "Santa Baby," if you don't want me to tell Daddy that "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus," please remember, "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend." I told him what I do NOT "Want for Christmas, is a Hippopotamus" or "Dominick, The Italian Christmas Donkey," hee haw hee haw. But if I got "Nuttin' For Christmas," that would be all right as long as he would "Let There Be Peace On Earth."

I also told "Jolly Old Saint Nicholas," that it's deer hunting season around here and he'd better keep "Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer" tied up for a couple of weeks. Also, since I managed to keep it out of the paper last year about someone's "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer," I was hoping maybe he had some pull with the Power Ball Lottery and hoped "I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing In" this past Wednesday with a half a billion dollars. It would have been "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" for us. I would have been doing the "Jingle Bell Rock" and buying plane tickets for the whole clan so we could have had a "Mele Kalikimaka" in Hawaii. Alas, no such luck. Thursday morning I was singing "Blue Christmas."

If I don't get crack a lackin', there will be no "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree" at the Koehler house. The tree isn't decorated yet and I just can't seem to find time to "Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly."

The gals in our family are going to be making "Christmas Cookies" at my house where there will be "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire" as we enjoy being "Home For the Holidays."

Christmas Eve, "O Holy Night," we will be filled with "Joy to the World" as we celebrate the Christ Child's birth, which took place "Away In A Manger" in "O Little Town of Bethlehem." We will ask the question, "Do You Hear What I Hear?" and the "Angels We Have Heard On High" will answer the question, "What Child Is This?" For "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" that "Mary's Little Boy Child" was born on a "Silent Night, Holy Night."

May you all enjoy a "Holly Jolly Christmas" season.

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