Sunday, December 7, 2008

Light Your Fire! It's Christmas!

Chuck saved his paper route money to buy our father an album. (cd) Since Dad never talked much about what he wanted, we figured he would love Jose Feliciano. It was a special night, birthday night and two weeks before Christmas. To add to our festivities, Mom bought a new Christmas star for the tree with lights that blinked off and on. All seven of us were sitting in the small kitchen eating together while listening to the new album. Tension was starting to build, you could feel it in the air. I can't remember if it was before or after chocolate cake that Dad had his spaz attack. Jose was singing over and over, "light my fire, light my fire, light my fire." Almost tripping over himself, my dad jumped out of his seat, pulled the plug on the tree mumbling something like how he wouldn't be watching an "eat at Joe's" flashing light while listening to that damn music on his birthday!
We still laugh about it to this day.

December is for flashy, cheesy, over the top and sugar coated mush. It's the time to tell everyone you love how you feel. Driving around the neighborhoods admiring the lights is wonderfully cheap. Writing a one page love letter or personal memory of something and then putting it under a pillow, in a coat pocket or email won't break the bank and will be more memorable than a store bought gift. Words hold power. Everyone wants to be told how much they matter. December is also a three number vibration which is all about communication. So light your fire, not your checkbook!

P.S. Dad's neighbor across the street recently beat cancer. She's so happy to be alive that she has installed reindeer, candy canes, lit trees on the house along with lights on the house, lights on all the maple trees, snowmen to go with the Santa Claus and music! It's the prettiest house on the block. Yes, beautiful music that blasts from outdoor speakers for all to hear. I'm tempted to request Jose Feliciano.


  1. I love this story! Dads are always so predictably unpredictable! I can just imagine the scene, too. It must be hard having a birthday so close to Christmas, too, when any birthday seems like an afterthought. My Dad never wanted to be mushy, but he did like it when people made a fuss over him. You just never knew what kind of fuss he wanted...

  2. I love this story and I love your dad! Writing letters to the boys this year about their childhood Christmases. We are celebrating a cancer free Jason this year! Halleluia!!