Soggy Socks

Putting my Feet In Dirt December Prompt#2 Soggy Socks

The cold

the ice, the slush,

watching cars race by me-

they all have somewhere to go, someone to be with, someone to notice if

they show up after work

walking a little slower then usual

looking a little more tired then normal.

I wish I had turned the heat up before I left for work this morning and maybe left the

Christmas tree lights on. Maybe I should have left the radio on too.


But it’s time to set those sad images aside, I have things to do

even though my back hurts and my socks are a little soggy from the rain.


My dog thinks I’m  a superstar and my cat wants to pretend like he thinks so too.

They would throw a parade for me every time I walk through the front door, if they



Time to take a breath and smile

I guess I matter after all.



I feel like

I am playing hide and seek with the  Christmas Spirit.


I put up my tree, lit it up ,hung some decorations on it and just when I thought I caught

a glimmer of the Christmas Spirit

it was gone.


I put my dog’s festive Christmas collar on him last night- it is decorated with holly

wreaths and snowflakes-

and I thought I felt something behind me,  I felt a happy little tingle go up and down my


could it be the Christmas Spirit? I wondered.

It didn’t matter, whatever it was disappeared when  I turned around.


I hae been writing  stories about snow and ghosts and I’ve been listening to hours of


carols and just when I start to smile I look up and that sense of adventure and fun is

gone as if it had never been there.

Poof. It must be some kind of cruel magic. Gone.



like a snowflake that follows you into the house

and falls to the ground when you take your jacket off

it melts away, just like that.


I guess I’ll keep looking for

the Christmas Spirit.

I’m fond of ghosts, so I won’t mind if they just sneak up and say ” Boo.”