Christmas
- Clint Haugen
- Dec 24, 2022
- 1 min read
These people bring in peanut brittle
that won a blue ribbon
in a county fair once,
And fudge
from a recipe
that’s been in the family
for generations.
Cookies
that are there oldest grandsons
favorite.
They bring in poppyseed bread
that their one armed husband
helped them bake.
One of these men
brought me a book
wrapped in christmas wrapping paper,
and had a nice string tied on it.
It was ‘A History Of Western Philosophy’
by Bertrand Russell.
His favorite book,
he said.
I had already listened
to the audiobook,
but daydreamed through most of it.
He had recommended it to me back then,
and I had told him
when I was finally done listening to it,
that I needed to go back and read it some day;
because I missed so much of it
daydreaming about a woman–
or imagining winning a fight.
Well here was the book.
He had remembered me saying that 7 months ago,
and now,
here it was,
as a gift.
‘They had to custom order that at the bookstore!’
He said.
‘Not a single copy in this town!.’
He was smiling.
‘I was afraid it wouldn’t come in time!’
I smiled at him.
‘Must’ve been a Christmas miracle then.’
-C.H.
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