There are secrets in my home, an
unknown just beyond my reach, I don’t know what is going on, a good definition
of secret, however there are things that don’t add up, clues and mystery that
confound me, dishes with Christmas patterns that have disappeared, holiday clothing
no longer available, cards wishing a good New Year or joyful holidays nowhere
in sight. The signs of Christmas yore have disappeared. A sift of my castle’s
ambiance from holiday cheer to the cold dead of winter. A mystery, a secret
cabal, an environmental redesign, one in which I was not consulted. I want
Christmas to last longer, peace on earth and good will to all mankind should
endure beyond a single month.
All this conspiracy transpired
within mere days. First I noticed the change in the flavored coffee being
brewed, and then the fireplace mantle lost the faux pine brush and small blinking
lights. I have mounted a guard on the Christmas tree, the Christmas tree will
stand!
Who is behind this erasing of
delight, and the signs of cheer? Is there a sealed container deep in the
darkness of my attic with all the joy and merriment locked away? I don’t know,
it is all a secret to me, a challenge for some detective, maybe a research opportunity
for some social science professor. Why do we walk away from a good deal?
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