Some notes and oddservations on Christmas this year. Cameron joined us for Sunday and Monday. We enjoyed him immensely. It's interesting how priorities change. While Chad was excited getting new snow board boots and bindings, Cameron was like a kid in a candy store when he got new underwear and socks. He was genuinely thrilled and even more so when he found the receipts for them. These were greatly appreciated by him and later by us as we saw his happiness. My main gift received for Christmas was a "cold". Cameron spent some time at Cliff's on Christmas day.
I caught the same one I got rid of two weeks ago. At the Epperson family Christmas eve program each of us told about our most memorable Christmas. Much to Pam's consternation, I told of the following:
When I was 27 years old, I was single, alone and living in Heber City, Utah. This was pre-Jordanelle, pre-growth and expansion. Anyway, I was alone for Christmas as I had to get the Wasatch Wave out on Christmas day.
I remember thinking how bad off I was. I was feeling sorry for myself because I wasn't married, had no prospects, had no Christmas, had no food, had no money, had no...okay it wasn't that bad, but when you are feeling sorry for yourself anything counts. (Incidentally, I think people who have no feelings like feeling sorry for themself because it is at least, a feeling).
So, back to the story. After putting the paper to "bed", I went to bed myself. Soon, in my slumber, I literally had visions of sugar plums dancing in my head. I suddenly awoke realizing that there were bright lights coming from out my window. I got up and saw that the house across the street was completely engulfed in flames.
Being the newspaper editor that I was, and sadly not necessarily the good samaritan, I went out to assess and report on the damage. Fire engines were coming, it was way below freezing with 3 feet of snow on the ground and there to the side of the house was a father, mother and two chidren about 3 and 6 years old. Their entire Christmas was detroyed along with their home.
Somehow, I didn't feel as sorry for myself.
Anyway, back to this year's Christmas story. After dropping off Cameron in south Phoenix and picking up Lex at the airport, we drove Lex to her car in a very posh area on Camelback. While driving there, Pam said she wished so much she had the "wherewithall"(is that a word or a saying?), to help strangers.
No so coincindentally, at the parking lot of Lex's salon a young lady approached us to see if we could help an older lady put gas in her car. It didn't matter that she was wearing Prada and driving a BMW and slightly full of Christmas cheer, Chad, Lex, Pam and I got to fulfill Pam's Cristmas wish.
After, borrowing a knife from the corner coffee shop, (I'll be waiting for the comments) we succeeded in helping a stranger. There you have it, a Christmas wish come true.
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