KRIS KRINGLE ONCE AGAIN
I did a “Kris Kringle” thing yesterday.
A couple of days ago I had to endure the reality of no electricity and therefore no WiFi for SEVERAL hours due to our vigorous wind storm. Trees were down, a power line was dangling on my main road, and many roads around here were blocked off. I was, however, able to walk. In fact I went on three walks that day.
During the last walk I was exiting the school parking lot and a lady of the nearby house was standing outside watching the hydro crews in action. We greeted each other and talked for about an hour. She is originally from Newfoundland. It was a delight to hear her speak with that not so subtle accent; but, it was also great to speak to her about my recent trip to the western side of “her” Island province. I learned that she loves to read. As we parted, we exchanged names.
While meandering my way home, I decided she would be the one to receive my annual Kris Kringle gift — an (s)elf-published collection of short stories. I quietly delivered it yesterday, and placed it in a corner on her front porch. And so this festive week begins …
