Well before long the Christmas lights and trees will be coming down to be put back in storage or if you are a redneck... you just leave them out all ear long. I'll let you be the judge on that one. The radio stations start back playing the music their suppose to play and Christmas will be all gone until another year comes around. Even though Christmas has nothing to do with Santa or reindeer's, I still miss the excitement I had every year. I always will remember the Christmas contatas me and my cousin Sean had to be in. After the program we went back into the fellowship hall to have a bite to eat and to give out gifts. You see, everyone at Forestville Methodist is like a big family. Everybody knows everybody and it's been like that ever since I can remember. Ahh, sometimes I catch myself drifting back down through that hallway... seeing the big Christmas tree with all the presents and then sitting down with a plate of those little bitty sausage links that you fix in a crock pot... ham and turkey with crackers... small pimento cheese sandwiches...I miss those days so bad... It's funny how you are a part of something like that and then you get out of school and go your way and your doing your thing...we leave everyone behind. I over heard someone just the other day asking Mom how the contata went this year. She said all they done was sing a few songs and that was it. After hearing that, It made me a little sad in a way... made me think back to those days when Sean and myself along with the other kids our age would be a part of that program. Now everyone has grown up and moved away... all that is left is our parents and the elderly folk that still attend Forestville Methodist Church. Man... I can't begin to tell you all the good memories I've had at that church. Both Sean and I grew up going to that church. I don't know whats going on inside of me here lately... just a little down I guess. I'm not depressed by any means. I'm just missing the good ole days... wishing somethings would never come to an end. So many times I sit here at my computer staring at the monitor like I'm looking at a picture my mind is showing me. I can remember seeing the smiles and hearing the laughter on everyone faces... I can even smell those sausage links. We just had some really good times. I really believe a big part of that comes from the good nature of all those people. Sometimes I feel like I would give anything if I could go back in time a relive some of those moments. You know something... I know that everyone is different and has their own different opinions about everything but for me, I am finding out so many things that have so much value. I know some people never look back after they leave home... but for me it has everything to do with looking back.... it's where my memories exist. Since I have left the town there have been a few that have decided their time clock was up and then others have simply moved on. That seems strange to me since I can remember the way they talked and the kindness they show me while I was there. This is what I wish never changed but we all get older, make our own way of life and sometimes that means going separate ways... but life goes on.
I know I often talk about my life growing up and the good times I've had but I want you to know that doesn't mean I'm a better person than you...or my life is better than yours... if your life was not what you call "missing the old days". We don't hold the future... we just have to make the best of what we have... and that my friend.. is entirely up to you with what you do with your life. Before I close this out, I would like to dedicate this story to all the folks at Forestville Methodist Church...my family and most of all my dad.
Merry Christmas Dad
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