True Story

This happened a long time ago in Miami. There was a Jefferson's Department store on Biscayne and I was in there around Christmastime. I was looking in a jewelry case and I really hadn't noticed the man next to me. He asked me if I liked the watch I was looking at. I said "yeah, of course." It was a nice watch. Not gold encrusted with diamonds or anything; just a watch that I couldn't afford. And when you can't afford a popsicle it might as well be caviar, right. The man bought me that watch and said Merry Christmas. I never asked his name and he didn't ask mine. So what does this story mean. I really don't know. But I do know that I'm a lot older and nice things happen less and less in my life these days. For a long time, I waited for Christmas to roll around because it was the only time in the year that I felt like magic was possible, that just maybe a little magic would come my way. I don't sit around feeling sorry for myself. I even help it along. I decorate. I watch A Christmas Carol (the old version), I burn cinnamon candles and light the tree. I listen to Christmas carols. I wait and so far, no stranger. No watch. No magic.