Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Almost Christmas

At Christmas
By Edward Albert Guest

A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here;
Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.
When it's Christmas man is bigger and is better in his part;
He is keener for the service that is prompted by the heart.
All the petty thoughts and narrow seem to vanish for awhile
And the true reward he's seeking is the glory of a smile.
Then for others he is toiling and somehow it seems to me
That at Christmas he is almost what God wanted him to be.
If I had to paint a picture of a man I think I'd wait
Till he'd fought his selfish battles and had put aside his hate.
I'd not catch him at his labors when his thoughts are all of pelf,
On the long days and the dreary when he's striving for himself.
I'd not take him when he's sneering, when he's scornful or depressed,
But I'd look for him at Christmas when he's shining at his best.
Man is ever in a struggle and he's oft misunderstood;
There are days the worst that's in him is the master of the good,
But at Christmas kindness rules him and he puts himself aside
And his petty hates are vanquished and his heart is opened wide.
Oh, I don't know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me
That at Christmas man is almost what God sent him here to be.

I saw my physical therapist yesterday and apparently I do have bursitis, but it’s not the bursa’s fault, it’s my “core.”  Though I do water aerobics three mornings a week, I also do a lot of sitting at my computer and that has weakened my core muscles, particularly the lower abdomen ones and my buttocks – I always thought my bottom rather prominent, but apparently it’s flabby, not to say floppy.  And it’s my leg muscles trying to compensate that makes a long tendon in my thigh tighten too much and rub the bursa, which has started to complain about it.  So the cure is to do a certain set of exercises to bring my tummy and bottom back on line and ease the burden in my legs.  Plus I’m to stop writing at regular intervals during the day and move around.  If I were really ambitious, I’d do some writing standing up.  Or buy one of those little bicycle pedal things so I could pedal while I write.  How long do you think that would last?  A week?  Ten days?  Maybe not even that long.  But the other exercises I will do.  Anything to ease the pain.

I think I’m finished with Christmas shopping.  I have one package to get in the mail, which will happen today.  And one to wrap – and it’s a book, so that’s easy.

Then I can begin planning Godwin and Rafael’s wedding, which will happen in the next book.  It will be extravagant – how can it not, with Godwin driving it?   But dignified, under Rafael’s influence.  And oh, yes, someone’s gonna die.


Anonymous said...

Hope you'll be able to work out some way to continue writing. Good luck with your doctor-imposed exercise routine.

Monica Ferris said...

You know, only two days and I think I'm already starting to feel less pain in my hip. It's great when the feedback starts so quickly, it encourages me to continue.

Anonymous said...

I'm glad I could help.

Linda O. Johnston said...

Oh, yes. Someone does have to die in our stories. Plotting how and getting the bad guy caught is the fun part. Hope your PT helps you feel better.

Betty Hechtman said...

Monica,I hope the exercise helps. It's hard to remember to get up and move around when you get in the "flow" and lose track of time.