A Christmas story
Lead Summary
By
Jim Thompson-
I don’t pretend to be the savior of anything; however, this perspective from Fred may help us see the true meaning of Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Jim
By Fred
It was just after Easter in 2007
As I sulked and I thought,
Any chance of heaven?
Nope – I was distraught.
Animal control had picked me up,
Along with a hound and a frisky pup.
So I sat in the “shelter,”
Now that’s a laugh,
For there I did swelter,
Ignored by the staff.
A savior I needed,
I thought with a prayer,
Yes, yes, I pleaded,
In my state of despair.
And finally one came!
Not tall, but hairless,
Take me! I proclaim,
Don’t walk away careless.
He asked, “Can we play?”
Staff pointed to a pen.
He began to check, was I OK?
So excited was I, I peed on his shin.
Then I heard him say, “Yes, he’ll do,”
Staff said, “Good, there’s paperwork for you.”
They were gone a long time,
But came back with a leash.
In his car I did climb,
A passage to peace.
Now, it’s Christmas,
Over ten years later,
Life’s still delicious,
Dad’s still my savior.
He’s been hairless again,
And Mother’s on crutches,
But I’ll say amen,
As I savor their touches.
Jim Thompson, formerly of Marshall, is a graduate of Hillsboro High School and the University of Cincinnati. He resides in Duluth, Ga. and is a columnist for The Highland County Press.
Merry Christmas, Jim
By Fred
It was just after Easter in 2007
As I sulked and I thought,
Any chance of heaven?
Nope – I was distraught.
Animal control had picked me up,
Along with a hound and a frisky pup.
So I sat in the “shelter,”
Now that’s a laugh,
For there I did swelter,
Ignored by the staff.
A savior I needed,
I thought with a prayer,
Yes, yes, I pleaded,
In my state of despair.
And finally one came!
Not tall, but hairless,
Take me! I proclaim,
Don’t walk away careless.
He asked, “Can we play?”
Staff pointed to a pen.
He began to check, was I OK?
So excited was I, I peed on his shin.
Then I heard him say, “Yes, he’ll do,”
Staff said, “Good, there’s paperwork for you.”
They were gone a long time,
But came back with a leash.
In his car I did climb,
A passage to peace.
Now, it’s Christmas,
Over ten years later,
Life’s still delicious,
Dad’s still my savior.
He’s been hairless again,
And Mother’s on crutches,
But I’ll say amen,
As I savor their touches.
Jim Thompson, formerly of Marshall, is a graduate of Hillsboro High School and the University of Cincinnati. He resides in Duluth, Ga. and is a columnist for The Highland County Press.