I was looking for some meaning, something beyond the imperative that I should simply be celebratory. I wanted to see Christmas as more than the much publicised; discounted shopping opportunity.
My new chum, Wolfram offered me an opportunity to get rid of the ‘Bar humbug’… Having first met him as the tenor of Amarcord, I happened into him in a store – we each on our way somewhere, rushing, rushing… in aisles surrounded by tech stuff, we stopped and talked, ‘of sailing ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings’ and concluded that there was yet more conversation to be had, but today – no time.
Hail fellow, well met!
I told him of the show… he told me of some people who’d really love to see it, but wouldn’t be able to afford the ticket price. They care for some young children, who’s lives thus far, have not been all that our society promises… ‘nough to say, they have not been protected as children ought.
I don’t think I can sort anything… policy is strict, Fox pretty tight.
But the idea burns and technology helps:
WTJ Text: What day, how many?
WL Text: Saturday, five.
WTJ Text: I check with the office…
And yep; it’s a possibility.
WTJ Text: Sorted
WL Text: Danke
Saturday, 3pm show:
I tell the cast, that we have some very special guests in the audience today… it puts extra pizzaz into our performance. To be able to offer such a special Christmas gift is a privilege.
I go out after, to say hello, but the ushers have busily moved everyone out of the venue… heading back, the girl at the merchandise stand calls me over, “Some people with small children left this for you.” It’s a homemade book, with drawings by each of them and a big thank you written in crayon on the front.
The best gift to me this Christmas.
WL Text: Hey Todd… I invite you to Christmas dinner with my family.
Christmas isn’t over yet and it’s spirit when allowed, can fill you up.
From Kalli, age 4