Nommaaggii ccoormr mysytisctiiscmism
by Chuck Black
“Chuck Black transports readers back to
the days of chivalry and valor, clashing
steel, and noble conflict, but ultimately he
transports readers to the eternal triumph
of the King who reigns!”
Douglas Bond, author of King’s Arrow and
Guns of Thunder
“A Pilgrim's Progress for the Xbox generation!”
Dave Jackson, author of the Trailblazer novels
Eyes of a Child
Even though I am 58 years of
age, still to this day I can
clearly remember memories
of my childhood during
Christmas. I grew up in
Dearborn Heights, Michigan, and Christmas
always meant snow. And perhaps, now
living in California, Christmas just doesn’t
seem like Christmas. Yes, I’m now dreaming
of a white Christmas.
I remember my younger brother,
Dennis, and myself always sneaking into
my parents’ walk-in closet to check out all
the neat presents my parents were storing
up for us on Christmas Day. We were
excited about what we were soon to
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receive, but unfortunately, it made
Christmas morning somewhat anticlimactic. I also remember all the Christmas
cards we received from friends and family.
I would wait with anticipation for the
mailman to arrive to stuff our mailbox
with tons of sealed envelopes of multi-
shapes and colors. Then my mother would
create a giant wreath from all the cards.
Once the wreath was completed, she would
border the living room walls with more
cards. My dad would go all out every year
and decorate the outside of our house. In
fact, one year he even won a home decoration contest. I would help him by carrying
the boxes of lights to the foot of the ladder
and trying to untangle the knotted cords as
he hung them up on the edge of the roof.
My fondest memory is that of our relatives gathering at our home on Christmas
Day. Love and joy seemed to fill our
house. My mother was an excellent cook,
and she created a turkey feast that I
can still savor. Afterwards, everybody
Christmas now, though pleasant, pales
in comparison to Christmases growing up,
the difference being that it was experienced through the eyes of a child. I believe
that is true for each and every one of us.
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