Wednesday, December 31, 2003

A Gift for Your New Year

My Gift to You for the New Year:

Predictions From Pleasantville

The year to be...

It is a question often asked this time of season: "What will happen in the coming year?"

Despite the oppressive crush of cynicism from people who habitually see life's-glass as being half empty, I will take this opportunity to stand as a champion, a bulwark, a veritable literary vanguard in an ongoing effort to vanquish such contemptible assaults on humanity. In turn I hope to alert you, the dear reader, as to what will be.

In 2004, I predict there will be warm sunny days set against a buttery afternoon sky in which a father will watch his son catch his fish. I predict flowers will smell sweeter this year, and a young girl will catch her first butterfly. This year the scent of fresh-cut hay will be carried on an aromatic breeze so heavy with warm and nostalgic memories they'll need to be pulled aside by a team of horses.

As it has done for a millennium, snow will fall in Pleasantville this coming year, and from it will spring the laughter of children as snowmen bounce to life while rust-worn sleigh-runners are polished like new during madcap rides down snow packed hills. Ah yes, a new year in Pleasantville, can you feel it? As our hearts and hearths glow warm with hope eternal even the coldest of souls must give way to the inspiration of promise.

I see a father this year will "find the time," and in doing so he'll "remember" how important and loved he felt when his father did likewise. I see spoons of cake mix being sought by mommy's helpers while mothers, as they have selflessly done for years, prepare food for a family picnic.

I predict a young father, while looking into his newborn's eyes, will have an epiphany in which he'll finally understand why he'd sometimes find his father smiling at him with tear-streaked cheeks. This year, as in years-gone-by, neighbors will selflessly help those less fortunate for no other reason than to lighten someone's load, and in doing so they'll discover how their parents found true richness in life.

I predict a young princess will hug a Knight in Shining Armor for an act of uncommon love and sacrifice, and despite possessing extraordinary valor her father will not be able to stem his tears. I predict a father's daughter, who's fought a historic battle with depression will win her fight then live on as a heroine with an unprecedented drive to help others.

I predict a soldier will lower his unfired weapon from an enemy target thinking only God and he will know. I predict a man will say to a nurse, "No, it's okay, I'll feed her - she's my mother." I predict a musician will complete a song, a writer a book, a mother her family, a man and woman each other, a puppy a boy.

I predict a gravely ill woman in a hospital bed will turn her head to recognize her long departed husband extending his hand from eternity to ask for hers one final time.

Yes, next year will pretty much be like last, frogs will still jump, birds will sing and bees will collect honey as we come to understand the eternal bond of humanity and love.

By Lea MacDonald 12-30-3

The above was sent to me from my friend and partner, John Woods. I pass it on to you in hope it will help usher in your new year with a special touch. May you have a happy and prosperous new year.

My Very Best to You,
Carl Galletti