The Year Slipped into the Silence of the Night (standard:humor, 915 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Dec 24 2017	Views/Reads: 1885/1348	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Cherishing good memories makes the New Year that much more exciting.

No time in the year is busier than the Christmas holiday season. Under
normal circumstances, it would not be too bad, except for the fact that 
the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is in charge. 

Not complaining, mind you, but she is in charge 365 days out of the
year. Her battery never runs down and never needs charging. 

I am glad she is like that because it gives me less to do during such
busy holiday times. She knows exactly what she is going to do and how 
she is going to do it and when she is going to do it. My job during the 
holiday season is to Stay Out Of Her Way. 

However, the hustle and the bustle of the holiday season is over and for
a minute or two, we can relax. 

I never know when that time comes. Like I got up early the other morning
and heard from the other side of the bed, “What are you getting up for? 
Don't you know Christmas is over?” 

When we did get up, she fixed our morning coffee and we sat around the
Christmas tree just enjoying the quietness. A few days ago, the whole 
room was alive with chatter and laughter. You might recognize that as 
“grandchildren.” Of course, this was the first year we had our great 
grandson with us. It was a hilarious time of noise and activity. 

What would Christmas be without that kind of celebration? 

Now it is over and we were sitting around staring at the Christmas tree
drinking our After-Christmas-Morning-Joe. 

Not paying attention to anything that was going on, just enjoying the
silence I did not hear my wife sighing. It was a gentle sigh, so I did 
not hear it right away. 

That is the difference between husbands and wives. My wife can hear what
I am thinking seven days before I even start thinking. A man, on the 
other hand, takes seven days just to hear something. 

It finally came to me what she was doing and so I asked, “What are you
in such deep thought about?” 

That brought another deep sigh and a moment of silence and then she
said, “I can't believe another year is gone.” 

At first, I did not know what she was talking about so I asked her to
repeat and explain what she was talking about. 

“I can't believe,” she repeated with a deep sigh, “that another year has
gone by so quickly.” 

After a few thoughtful seconds, I begin to understand what she was
saying. Another year has slipped by into the silence of the night to be 
seen no more. 

At first, it was a little disconcerting. I was having fun, or so I
thought, during the year. To see that go was a little bit disturbing 
and so I began sighing deep sighs. We formed a wonderful duet singing 
the “Silent-Night-Sighing-Duo.” 

With only a few more hours left of the old year I really did not know
how to spend it. It goes by so fast that it is hard for me to keep up. 
What could I do for a couple of hours that would make this year a 
remarkable year? 

Then my wife challenged me with a very sophisticated question. She
certainly knows how to interrogate a person and should be on the FBI's 
payroll. 

“What was,” she said rather thoughtfully, “the one most important part
of this year for you?” 

What a question. How can you boil a whole year down to one thing? After
all, you have 365 days, 52 weeks and 12 months, how in the world can 
you boil all that down to one thing? 



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