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Merge Wright Column from December 19th.

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Merge Wright for Thursday, December 19th 2013

Twas the night before, the night before Christmas

In the weeks preceding, God had wrapped us in a blanket of white many times. The cityscapes had softened in the snow’s tranquility and mankind was at peace when Christmas eve drew nigh. It was the night before, the night before Christmas and all through our town not a person was stirring, not even a single decibel sound of a wireless mouse could be heard. All orders were in, deliveries were looming. The huge stocking bags were all hung near the 65 inch LED 3D high def TV/computer screen in hopes that the North Pole Logistics team’s arrival would be just a short day away. And I in my OSU jersey and my dear in her princess robe were finally settling in for a long winter’s slumber. Our day was complete. Tuesday would be busy with last minute to dos. There were preparations for food, gifts to wrap, visits to the store for more tape, bows, cards and a gift or two. A sip of eggnog some short bread from Grandma Tom’s Scottish recipe, and a heart warming fire crackling on the TV with Christmas music wafting in the back ground. To sit and reminisce about Christmases past when we were young, restless, and filled with anticipation of mornings treasure. The elegance of moonlit snow through verticals and skylights was bringing together the joy of the most wonderful evening of the year. Sugar plums, bananas and blueberries elegantly attired danced in unison as we slowly drifted into a world of peace. It seemed that just seconds had passed when a clatter of severe amplitude awakened my senses. I raced to the sliding patio door parting the drapery to see. And there it sat, a magnificent vehicle of epic proportions. A dashing driver dressed in red and a multitude of assistants smiling as they counted, sorted and checked their I Pad devices. Their exceptional technology would open our door as the sound of Christmas bells pealed quietly in the distance. The driver and several aides their arms laden with gifts entered and then in the twinkling of an eye vanished. Surely it was a dream. When I awakened hours later and descended the stairs my eyes filled with tears viewing the bounty of gifts below. I returned to the bedroom to awaken and share the news with my love. I was in total wonderment and wanted her at my side to see if it was all real. And so it was because there in a text message written in the new fallen snow was, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night”.

Our Blessings to everyone may your Christmas be filled with much love, peace and happiness. We look forward to the arrival of a wonderful 2014 and seeing you often.

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