Inhale the Magical Forest of Old. What history does it all hold? It’s stories and tales; they need to be told. This Magical Forest of Old. I and my faithful friends, (Spartagus and Bandit) entered the dense wilderness on Christmas Eve off of Kelley Drive back in 1995. We were filled with appreciation and adoration for the Magical Forest of Old. I was dressed for the occasion and the adventure at hand. Hence, we began our travels of the endless trail of gravel, stone, and dirt that was covered with a fresh layer of snow. Footprints were visible along the trail from the creatures of the forest. Loud sounds of ice cracking were heard in the distance. We knew we were not alone. Icicles that seemed to be carved from the hand of God hung high above from the monstrous trees of old. These historical trees stood tall. They were known as the Ancients. It seemed like they were alive and watching us as we passed each one by. Perhaps, they were protecting us, leading us to our destination on this wonderful Christmas Eve. I took a deep breath, exhaled and saw my breath in the winter chill. Then: two travelers passed us by and said to me with much jubilation, “Merry Christmas to you, Sir!” I responded back with great jubilation, “Merry Christmas to you too, my friends! It is a White Christmas!” Then: they said to me in unison with greater jubilation, “It is indeed, Sir! It is indeed!” And off they went, drifting, vanishing, and disappearing into the Magical Forest of Old. Were these two travelers angels from above, showing me a sign of love? I pondered the thought… A deer moves in the distance. A glimpse of magnificence. In curiosity, my faithful friends want to run and have some fun. But they stay by my side. My loyal and faithful friends. My beautiful dogs. A light snow begins to fall. Snowflakes begin to gently fall on my face. Each snowflake is unique in its own creative design. A bright revelation to behold. Then: I begin to dwell on sweet memories of Christmas past. Beautiful memories of my mother and father. With my brother and two sisters. With my Grandparents, other family members, and dear friends. With my wife and child now. With my faithful friends, (Spartagus and Bandit). Tears begin to drop from my eyes in gratitude. I look up upon the heavens above and say, “Thank you, Lord,” and I begin to sing so…so… softly, “Silent Night” to the Magical Forest of Old. I look upon the sun slowly coming down past the monstrous trees of old. The night is falling. Still: the snow had a glow to light our way back homeward. A Winter Wonderland. So, me and my faithful friends begin to travel back homeward. For it’s Christmas Eve! We have our family awaiting us. Hot cocoa to drink. Cookies to eat and Christmas presents to wrap. For tomorrow is Christmas Day! I say, rejoice! Rejoice! So, me and my faithful friends travel back homeward. Maybe, one day we’ll return and travel these endless woods on and on again. So, I embrace the gift I received from the Magical Forest of Old off of Kelley Drive back in 1995. The gift of love. That I’ve loved and been loved. Not to feel sorry for myself. So, I inhale the Magical Forest of Old. What history does it hold? It’s stories and tales, they need to be told. This Magical Forest of Old. Merry Christmas, Magical Forest. I pray we meet again.
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