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Desperate Days of Winter

The soul of man must feel the season of death, those December days and nights when the body’s joints stiffen and the morning strides become shorter from bedroom to bathroom, when the hot-faucet’s cold water takes so long to warm – and even the ‘recirculation system’ seems reluctant to work as advertised.

Aside from the lack of body comfort, the December months can easily take mind-trips to the gray fringes of thought, can speak of death and dying, can take an old man down a snowy memory lane to a younger day when December was still cold but also a time to rejoice, to feel the warmth of friendship, love, of gift-giving to those in need, of magical gladness and good will, of a little Baby lying in a small barn-stall in Bethlehem while Wise Men made their way to his manger to rejoice in His birth, and the stars marked their way.

An old man can think of the days that were but are not so much anymore, a day when it was not just okay but natural to say, ‘Merry Christmas’, a day when it was okay for mistletoe and kissing, a day when politics took a holiday as well as the people, a day when it was not so grim and ugly to be a democrat or a republican.

An old man can think of so many things in his desperate December because the world has gone on without him, to sing new songs to new generations with a panoply of new appetites and feelings, with actions and words alien to his golden years, with surprising new wishes for the world he will be leaving behind. The old man is mired there in that remote and desperate December, still with a modicum of hope that his family and its generations to follow will have a world that offers democracy, freedom, and the liberty to fulfill their wildest dreams.

The old man can still dream, still write his stories and, while he can have times of desperation in December, there is always a January and a new beginning.


Billy Ray Chitwood – December 10, 2018

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12 comments on “Desperate Days of Winter

  1. eden baylee says:

    Best for Christmas and the winter season, Billy Ray. Don’t stop writing because it’s always great to read your words. xox

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    1. So sweet you are! HAPPY HOLIDAYS, dear Eden! xox

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  2. D.L Finn, Author says:

    Merry Christmas and the Happiest of New Years to you! I hope in the new year we find that everyone is more alike than different…we just have our own way of getting to the same spot.

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    1. A lovely sentiment…your hope is my hope! ♥♥

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  3. Jennie says:

    Merry Christmas to you, Billy Ray! Your words are a tonic to the soul.

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    1. Thank you, Jennie. Your words mean a lot to me… ♥

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      1. Jennie says:

        You are very welcome, Billy Ray. 😍

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  4. Such a lovely piece, Billy Ray. Thanks so much for sharing. Merriest of Christmas wishes to you and yours, and cheers to a fabulous 2019!
    PS. I just tweeted this, but I added a “s” to your title. I noticed Desperate is missing the s. Authors sticking together. Cheers! 🙂

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    1. Thanks so much, Natalie. My eyes deceive me at times. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours. ♥

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      1. Cheers, my friend! 🙂

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