Years ago when I was working full time and the boys were little I got them each a small stuffed animal from the Albertson’s grocery store across from City Impact Center in Las Vegas.
One was a white tiger that Justin named Stanley and the other was a brown cheetah that Kyle named Tiger. They loved them more than all their other stuffed animals and played with them until the black stripes had worn off Stanley and the Tiger got a hole that I fixed with a safety pin, and the dog ate his tail.
Kyle showed me this poem yesterday.
He copied into his journal from the Calvin and Hobbs Comic book:
“On window panes the icy frost
leaves feathered patterns, crissed and crossed.
But in our house the Christmas Tree
is decorated festively.
With tiny dots of colored light
that cozy up this winter night.
Christmas songs, familiar, slow
play softly on the radio.
Pops and hisses from the fire
whistle with the bells and choir.
My tiger is now fast asleep
on his back dreaming deep.
When the fire makes him hot,
he turns to warm whatever is not.
Propped against him on the rug,
I give my friend a gentle hug.
Tomorrow’s what I’m waiting for,
But I can wait a little more.”
Merry Christmas Eve.