December 23, 2014 – I darted in and out of the rain getting from the truck to the small hardware store down the street from us. I thought it would be a nice touch to add a window candle to our coop and today they were on sale for 50% off. A beautiful beacon of light purchased at a significant discount. Nothing wrong with that!
I found the display straightaway and decided to pick one up for all the coops and the duck house. While I was waiting in line, I met a woman named Verna. She was buying a plastic container of antacids and a chocolate bar. I recommended a spoonful of Epsom Salt or a dash of apple cider vinegar to her water dish if her stomach was upset. At first she pretended not to hear me, but after I tugged on the hem of her jacket, she turned around and glared in a manner reminiscent of Wilma. When she didn’t say anything, I hugged her leg and said, “Merry Christmas! My name is Happy, what’s yours?”
I think I caught her off guard, because after she plucked me off of her, she told me her name, and then shook her head angrily for doing so. She seemed sad, as if being blue was the color that fit her best. It nearly broke my heart.
I checked out at the register right after Verna and caught up with her in the parking lot. She had barely gotten in her car and closed the door when I rapped on the window with my beak. Maybe it was my plush Santa hat that was getting drenched in the rain that startled her, or maybe it was how close my face was to the glass, but she eventually rolled the window halfway and spoke.
“Yes….?” she inquired, leaning away from the door.
“Verna, I think you need this more than me. Here is a candle for your window. It will fill your room with light until your heart can shine again on its own. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.”
Then, I ran back to the truck before my beautiful Santa hat dissolved into a puddle of fuzz. I don’t know if Verna liked the candle or not, but I hope it made her realize that even if laughter forgets you for a little bit, you shouldn’t lock the door on it. There are small things to celebrate every second of every day and these moments are given specifically to you.
I find I’m more profound this time of year. I think it’s the nutmeg in my eggnog.