One Icy Christmas
In a two-door
Ford Maverick with
a black vinyl top,
49 Christmases ago,
In the winter of 1973,
from Chicago, we headed south.
My wife's brother was getting married
on Christmas day, and I was a member of
the wedding party. We were a bit fearless
and young. It was very cold, and we were very
bold. But we really should have known better.
Less than a hundred miles out, the wet and the
cold turned to ice, and the road became slippery.
As I attempted to weather the Icy Road, my stubbornness
quickly manifested itself, but not for long. The weather won.
Young and bold, but we were not foolish and ignorant.
We canceled our plans and spent Christmas with older
friends in the area. It was a different but safe Christmas.
Many Christmases ago, we learned to respect the weather.
My wife and I were gifted One Icy Christmas with a precious
memory, which now hangs on the tree of our hearts.
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2022
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