Before I get started with this here story, I hope each of you will have a great Christmas and are looking forward to another year.
When you get my age Christmas is about giving instead of receiving. Seems every year my family ask what I want for Christmas. Most of the time, I just say. “I don’t need a thing but whatever you give me will be appreciated.
I think last year Santa knew exactly what I needed and that was a new shiny kitchen faucet.
Even though I’m getting older I still enjoy riding around looking at all the beautiful- decorated Christmas trees. When I was a boy, we had a set of bubble lights placed on our tree.
As Christmas wound down last year it was sort’a sad throwing out our ten-year-old artificial Christmas tree. I kind’a liked not having all the tree lights burning but my wife, well, she just wanted a new one.
Talking about Christmas trees, several years ago, my friend Bubba (right before Christmas) needed to pick-up a little extra cash. Folks told him to drive his old pulpwood truck to the mountains and purchase a load of fresh-cut Christmas trees. Why they told him he could more than double his money when he got back to the Sandhills. So, off goes Bubba in his truck headed to the mountains of N.C.
Just as Bubba made it up the long winding road before you get to Boone, it was getting about dark and to make things worse an ice storm overtook him. Bubba was a slipping and sliding all over the road. Won’t long, he slid into a ditch. Try as he might, he just couldn’t get the truck out.
Thinking some of the local farmers might have a tractor to pull him out he walked to the nearest farmstead.
Arriving at a farm about dark he was told by the farmer that the farmer’s tractor was torn down for repair but his neighbor owned a small bulldozer and in the morning they would pull Bubba’s truck out of the ditch.
Seeing that Bubba had nowhere to sleep and the storm was getting worse, the farmer invited Bubba to spend the night.
At first Bubba declined but he got the smell of a pot of chicken ’n dumplings cooking just inside the farmer’s kitchen. Well that sealed the deal but Bubba said “I can sleep in the barn.”
After supper Bubba said he was a bit tired and that fresh hay in the barn would lay mighty fine. But before Bubba got up from the table the farmer said, “Man, you will freeze to death in that barn tonight. You just sleep with my young boy in his bed tonight. There will be plenty of room and cover and don’t you fret we will get your truck out in the morning.”
As Bubba entered the boy’s room, he could tell the boy was already asleep on his side of the bed. Bubba pulled down to his insulated underwear and slid into his side of the bed.
Right before Bubba fell asleep he heard the young boy get up from the opposite side of the bed. Through the dim light Bubba could see that the boy was squatted down beside the bed with his hands folded on the bed as if he was praying.
Well Bubba said that he wasn’t a very religious person back then but he just couldn’t stand to see the young boy pray by himself. So, Bubba gets up on his side of the bed, placed his cowboy hat on and squatted down against his side of the bed. He then placed his hands across the bed in a praying position.
Soon the young boy said, “What are you doing?”
Ol’ Bubba answered and said, “Why, I’m doing the same thing you are son.”
“Oh Lordy, oh Lordy, momma’s gone be mad and I mean mad,” said the boy.
“Why would your momma be mad?” asked Bubba.
The boy spoke up and said, “We ain’t got but one pot and I’m a sitting on it!!”
Well I hope your New Year turns out to be better than Bubba’s and your Christmas trees are always bright.
J.A. Bolton is author of “Just Passing Time”, co-author of “Just Passing Time Together”, “Southern Fried: Down-Home Stories,” and just released his new book “Sit-A-Spell” all of which can be purchased on Amazon. Contact him at ja@jabolton.com