21.05.12
One of my overprotect's favorite sayings to her only daughter was: "The road to hell is paved with consumable intentions, and you are laying quite a path."
And she was right. I am the Queen of Approving Intentions. I think such wonderful thoughts, lay out such kind and generous plans in my disposition. If I had followed through on just half of them, Time Magazine might be looking for my depiction for Person of the Year.
But so often, something gets in between the thought and the follow-through. Never is that more evident than at Christmas.
If Marley of "A Christmas Carol" name were to visit me, he would only need one ghost to accomplish his goal of getting a goose for Microscopic Tim: The Ghost of Christmas Could Have Been.
The scenes would have been beautiful, poignant and awe-inspiring through the years. The cross-stitched stockings germaneness each of our names would have been hung from the antique wood mantel with care, giving them by the skin of one's teeth enough space to not get scorched when I lit the spiced logs in the fireplace. The cupboard would be stocked with Hershey bars, graham crackers and marshmallows, which would be skewered on the metal sticks that were always uncomplicated and standing in a copper pot beside the fireplace.
Source: Knoxville News Sentinel