I’m trying to keep wanton sentimentality in check this year; it’s so easy for me to get all Hallmark and Hollywood and wonder why MY Christmas is never like it is on Garfield or a dozen other movies and TV shows that get their annual airing out. I was thinking, though, of the things that made me feel good and a thought popped into my head from the past that triggered a memory of a feeling so good that it defies description. But I’ll give it a shot.
In my hometown, the signal to alert everyone that school was canceled because of snow was the town fire station sounding it’s alarm at 7 AM. This is before the day of snow-chains, snow-networks, whatever your particular school system calls them. Everyone had to either turn on the radio and wait for an announcement or wait for the 7 AM fire siren. Now any arsonist worth his or her salt could have had a field day with this, setting a good roaring fire about 6:50 AM, having the siren go off and the entire town thinking school was canceled. Never happened, tho.
Anyway, on a ten degree winter morning, I am thoroughly snuggled and wrapped in my blankets; cold enough that if I moved I know the sheet would be icy to the touch. The symphony of the radiators usually didn’t start until about 7:30. So I lay there, wrapped and warm, remembering that snow was forecast for the previous night. Not wanting to leave my warm bed under any circumstances, having to crawl out into the frigid air and get ready for school. What time is it? 6:58. Please ring. Please ring. Don’t make me move. Please ring…
Far off in the distance…its starts with a low growl like a cat defending it’s kill, then grows into a wail. Just like all the air raid sirens in all the old movies.
YES. YES. I don’t have to move! Snow Day! Snow Day! Snow Day! I wrap myself meven tighter and smile a mile wide. Not realizing I’d been holding my breath I exhale, sinking deeper into my pillow. How great is this????