Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Christmas Spirit

I normally write after going to the Breakfast Club, taking Goddess for a walk, several miles of running on the beach, another walk with the pup, a shower and then I fire up the computer. Only one of those things has happened this morning.

WAY behind schedule!

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen actual sunshine from my bed. Even with this thick cloud cover the S.O.B. broke into my bedroom and woke me up. It is true that there are five windows that I can stare out of when horizontal in my bed. Typically I am gone before the sun wakes up.

Not today.

I hosted a Christmas party at my house last night. We drank a lot; told a lot of stories. Broke all Ten Commandments (our favorite one multiple times) and watched midnight come and go. Well the Tybee people all left before midnight. My other friends were not going to be rushed. They are all Union Mission alumni and they actually outlasted the Tybee people!

By several hours!

It is true that on Tybee party is a way of life that occurs daily so it may be, as my dear friend Dedra pointed out, that parting on Tybee has its own rhythm; like the tides of the ocean. They came and went led by Johnny O and Judy. Whitley began preparing for the party sometime Friday afternoon and if the man sees Monday then surely Jesus rose from the dead. Artie and Wanda showed up from around the corner having defaced bottles of wine with Auburn stuff (Artie has a one track sense of humor and does the same thing again and again and again).

They all left and then there were all of these Union Mission alumni led by none other than the extremely famous Keller Deal who confiscated two sofas, two chairs, brought their own photographer, and charged into the night!

Union Mission was a very special place when I was there and at one moment last night I looked at these people and understood why. The passion, laughter, and thumbing of our collective noses at “expectations” raised the roof of my house on numerous occasions.

God did we laugh!

We were all slammed against one another on the sofas. To protect the guilty I shall describe it this way. There was me first with my feet in the lap of someone who shall remain anonymous who was sitting next to Rebekah who was sitting next to Keller Deal who was sitting next to the boy toy that she brought.

On a stool in front of Keller Deal was another person who shall remain anonymous with her hands up Keller Deal’s skirt.

On the other sofa was the husband of Rebekah and their child Frenchy who was sound asleep. Then our official photographer, who is the husband of one of the aforementioned anonymous people, hovered around snapping photos.

“You feet look like a five piece nugget deal from Wendy’s,” Keller Deal said to me.

She gives compliments with the best of them.

The Christmas spirit was everywhere!

As was the wine.

I know that Jesus turned water into wine when he was an adult but now wonder if when he was sucking his mother’s breast if he did it then too?

Something to think about.

That would explain why he really didn’t get started being a Savior and all until he was 30.

OK, I gotta go. Keller Deal’s SUV is parked on the neighbor’s porch. The neighbor wants to go to Church or something. Keller Deal must be around here somewhere.

As soon as I can remember how to put one foot in front of the other I’ll go see.