Reality Christmas

Chapter 120 Tuesday (cont'd)
Everybody is fragile, in one way or another. Being gentle with each other is a good thing.
As Simmy was about to go to the shoppe in the morning, she saw a vehicle coming down the road... honking and veering directly for her driveway.
It was the madman, mailman.
Simmy got out of the Hummer to roll the garbage can and recycle bin into the back yard.
The mailman jumped out of his car, came towards her with determination and said, "Hey, hey, look at that. Is that service or what? I'm going to be the best mailman you've ever had serve you." He fumbled with the mail and chuckled saying, "Now, if I could only read to see if these are yours."
He handed Simmy a small stack of mail and Simmy replied, "Sooner or later, we all have to admit we need reading glasses."
"I know, I know," he said.
There were three Christmas cards and each one was a blessing in its own rite.
"Oh, I love sparkles so anything with sparkles is always lovely. I like how they land on your fingers and then if you happen to rub your face, then they light up your face and I love it when they get all over the floor so that the bottom of your socks... sparkle. A card from family..."
"I love old Victorian houses. I know they're drafty and hard to keep up but 'don't they just touch the heart with sentiment... that one came from Walt, which means commander of the army, and Linnea, which means Linden tree."
Then, there was one more...

a Christmas card from Mission without Borders... a reminder that things aren't always sparkly for everyone. It is interesting to me that what we would photograph and call art and maybe even put into 'National Geographic' is someones' existence, every day... and (whispering softly) I wonder if they think it is artistic. And... it doesn't look very sparkly to me. It kind of reminds me of my Grandmothers' house, except this one does look like it is even better than the one she owned.
Adopt a child somewhere this Christmas... and change the world, one child at a time.