Editor’s note: On Dec. 28, 2018, Elaine crossed over to that Eternal Shore and her family, friends and readers are missing her. The Advocate is reprinting Elaine’s articles.
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above.” — James 1:17
Today, I forced the adult side of me to surface as I promised myself that I could go fishing, but I had to finish my Christmas shopping first.
I love this time of the year with a spirit of giving. It is just the shopping that gets me.
I found that blocking out the brick, glass and the endless Christmas decorations in the mall made it easier, but I couldn’t get the music out of my head and it was giving me “Christmasphobia.”
All I could hear was the ringing of the cash registers and “The Twelve Days of Christmas” was being embedded in my brain. Then I decided to use the words of that song to make out my “gift-giving” list.
It went as follows:
Twelve Days before Christmas I bought to give away: 12 nets for dipping, 11 knives for cleaning, 10 lures for hooking, nine weights for casting, eight gloves for freezing, seven shrimp a swimming, six rods for casting, five golden spoons, four empty stringers, three tackle boxes, two boots for wading, and a redfish in a back bay.
Plunging my adult self back into the deep waters of my mind, I raced over the waves of people in the mall, leaving shoppers awash in my wake and headed for my beach.
After all, one stop at my favorite tackle shack would take care of all my Christmas shopping, and I would be free to be me.