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I wonder what it??™s like to
be in Heaven,
Each year, when Christmas comes around.
I wonder what it??™s like to be in Heaven
With the Lord, my wings, and a crown.
I had
been sitting at my desk for about ten hours, with three
trash cans full of crumpled papers and only four lines
written. Every time I began writing another line or two,
they didn??™t make any sense to the story. Deciding it was
time to take a break, I got up from the desk, went to the
kitchen, and got another cup of coffee. Carrying the coffee
into the living room, I sat down in my recliner by the
fireplace, propped up my feet, sipped the coffee, and leaned
my head back against the cushion. The warm fire, hot coffee,
and soft cushions helped relax all the muscles in my body.
As I
began to relax, my eyelids slowly closed and I fell into a
deep, relaxed, sleep. I could feel my body floating skyward,
so high I could look down at the earth below. I was now
going past the moon, then past Mars, Saturn, and even Pluto.
Then, I was out into the Milky Way.
How far I was going, I did not know. But, it seemed that I
did not have control of my body. Standing on what seemed to
be a large cloud, I was scared of falling through. But, each
time I took a step, I seemed to float. Not knowing which way
to go, I said, ???Eenie, meenie, mynie and moe,??? and went in
that direction ~ just started floating, one step at a time.
As I continued floating, on my way to who knows where, a
bright light appeared before me. As I got accustomed to the
light, I could make out the form of an angel. She was
spreading her arms outward and said, in a soft voice,
???Welcome.???
???Welcome to where???? I wanted to know.
???Follow
me,??? she said.
Floating for a ways, she led me before something that I
could not believe I was seeing. There stood the tallest
Christmas tree I had ever seen! There were lights, in all
the colors of the rainbow, hanging like tiny stars on every
limb of the tree. Under the tree were so many presents, I
couldn??™t begin to count them. There must have been a million
or more!
Standing back from the tree, I looked up to see the biggest
and brightest star I had ever seen. I??™m sure it was the
North Star. Noticing the people around me, they were all
cheerful and singing carols such as Silent Night, Noel,
Little Town of Bethlehem, and Away in a Manger.
"How
did they manage to hand out all those presents on Christmas
day?" I asked the angel, who was giving me the tour. "Santa
must be a busy man." Then, I looked down at the presents and
saw that there were no names on them. "How do you know which
presents belong to whom?"
She
told me they were all the same thing. "They??™re all the same
presents?" I asked, surprised.
As she
put her wings in place, she turned to me and said, "Mister,
do these wings fit okay?"
"Darling, you look just like an angel!" I said. With tears
in my eyes, I turned and walked away ... trying to convince
myself that this was just a dream.
Suddenly, I heard a big banging sound, over and over.
Opening my eyes, I was still sitting in my recliner, with my
coffee cup in hand. Having touched the cup, it was still
very hot. Again, I heard a banging sound and realized it
was someone at the front door. I got my feet on the floor,
set my cup down on the table, stood up and stretched this
way and that, then walked over to the front door.
Having
opened the door, there stood a little girl with a present in
her hand. She stretched her arms forward to give me the
present and wished me a Merry Christmas. As I took the
present, I said, "Little girl, do I know you? Have we met
somewhere before?" She just smiled, then turned and went
down the sidewalk.
Going back to the chair, I started to sit down. Then, I
stopped, "Did she say Merry Christmas?" Walked over to the
wall, I looked at the calendar. I was right! It was only
May. I looked down at the present, then went to my chair
and sat down. Slowly untying the ribbon, I opened the lid on
the box. There was a small pair of wings, a harp, and a
crown. So, my dream was real after all.
After
getting up out of my recliner, I crossed the room to sit
down at my desk. Now, the words came freely.
You don??™t have to wonder
about your loved one
Being gone on this Christmas day.
You don??™t have to worry about Christmas
??™Cause it??™s Christmas, in Heaven, every day.
?©
1999 by Robert H. Gilbert, Jr.
RGBLUEBOY@aol.com
http://www.geocities.com/rgblueboy/StoryPoetryPage.html
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May you be blessed today
Bob Johnston
Editor / Publisher
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