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Enthusiasm (Nathan 98)


On that note, everyone stood and mingled and had something else to drink, whether coffee tea or eggnog.

Jenna suggested Christmas Charades and enthusiasm was running high.  Everyone decided on a song movie or story relating to Christmas and wrote it down on a piece of paper which was folded thrown into a hat and shuffled. Instead of teams, the participants stood on their own and the winner got whatever was in the Christmas hat under the tree.

It was decided they’d take turns alphabetically which mean Angelina went first. With great fanfare, she pulled a slip of paper from that hat and taking a moment to prepare gave the signal she was ready.

Her song was Jack Frost and she began her pantomime flat on the floor, waking up peering about as if surprised.  Hopping to her feet she began playing an instrument, the harmonica.  Her gestures were hilarious and got wilder, momentum carrying her along.  All manner of guesses were made and out of the blue Jenna cried,  “Jack Frost!  It’s Jack Frost!”  Angelina placed her finger on her nose, then pointed at Angelina who whooped and hollered endlessly.

So the game went until everyone had a chance to act out what was written on their piece of paper.  Hilarity ensued as with great enthusiasm, eagerness, and gusto each participant took their turn.

Pretty soon they were nibbling and lunch was prepared.  Sarah had made a gigantic pot of thick nourishing soup along with a pile of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches.  Everyone was invited to grab their food and take it to the table.  Christmas music played in the background and plans were suggested about what to do next.








This was my special place. Whether anyone wandered these same paths or I walked alone, this was my personal vigil. My purpose, to imprint the unique and special appeal every season brings.  To mark the beginning of every season, I saunter through this picturesque location along a waterfront filled with luxuriant growth.  I can’t help but marvel at the changes and beauty each season brings, delighted at the pleasure and rejuvenation found here.

gettyimages-514288158-4500_wide-dd4803388b7a1e0d337e5cad400d167f546044d2-s900-c85Spring fills me with expectancy and joy as I witness trees bud and new growth form, a promise of things to come.  The lovely fresh aroma is so distinct with a piquancy in the air that surrounds, envelopes. Soon blossoms will bring their own delicate scent.  There’s a comfort here.




Ah summer!  Bringing warmth, a feeling of relaxed peacefulness with powder blue skies above.  Summer fills you with endless possibilities.  Thoughts of travel fill my mind as I saunter along the path.  As my gaze moves upward I take great pleasure in the canopy the leaves have created overhead.  The sun’s welcoming arms open wide, bidding all to partake in her joy while the ground below is dappled with sunlight.


Suddenly, it’s autumn.  There’s something about autumn.  Could it be that zing in the air, that infuses me with vigor and enthusiasm?  Leaves are vibrant, rich with colour whether yellow, orange or red.  Beneath my feet a few fallen soldiers lay.  They crunch underfoot as they cover the earth, their crispness adding  a punch as earthy aroma fills my nostrils.


winterOvernight it seems, winter is upon us.   I again meander down the same path across the same ground, now softened, hushed with a blanket of snow.  The sun’s warmth has cooled, but on such a crisp morning as this, provocative still, creating a  glistening dazzling show.  Somtimes stark in it’s beauty, at others hushed and soft, perhaps crisp and cold, it too has a zing.

As long as I am able, this path I will walk, in remembrance of seasons passed and those to come.







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