- Nov 14, 2013
- 117
- 73
- Country
- United States
- Gender
- Male
- Faith
- Non-Denom
- Marital Status
- Single
It was December 25th. Agadhi, woke up to nothing more than a dog barking in a yard, a sister playing with dolls, a mother with a radio on and a dad working on a wooden shelf. He passed up the girl talk between blonde headed dress up toys and then gave up on the non sense radio chatter that came from the kitchen and sat down on a chair next to his old man.
“Hi boy.” He said with a morning cheer that sounded like every father you’d hear in rural New Mexico country area.
Francis was void of emotion. At least to the young 12 year old. And for all Agadhi new about New Mexico and home and the country was…well..it was all there were. The radio may have been a portal into some other world because when he listened in on his mother’s morning ritual all he heard was blah, blah, blah.
The family carried on another day, just as it always would be. At the same time a magical thing was happening in the city, Christmas! People were greeting each other with bigger smiles at store fronts, carallers were getting out of their monotones as they prepared for their evening crusades, Santa Clauses were puffing up at malls and lights were strung around trees and houses at every corner to its glory. It was a joyful season and spirit to all who accepted one thing.. it was Christmas time.
There was only one thing Agadhi knew, and that was Agadhi. He thought perhaps one day he would get some schooling after his mother was through and if he wasn’t the best scholar he would try his work at the firehouse in the city as a fireman. He dreamed of charging through houses with vulnerable animals and people waiting to be rescued through even the most dangerous of fires. The future was all so optimistic and yet all so dim.
Year after year, Agadhi, did normal things on a not so normal day. And December 25th was like a sun that had never risen or a treasure never found, or a present that had never been opened.
The only celebration he got excited about was his own birthday. Every day on June 23rd He would get worked up and think great things of himself. “I’m getting older!” he would explain to mom and pop.
“And by golly, I might as well be getting wiser too,” he would say with little knowledge of what the word wisdom even means.
“Man, and some day I will be just as wise as you father!” The words were like lifeless goads to man Francis and he kept his pride all to himself.
Seven years had passed. Now the boy almost done with teenage years was still living out life in the country with sister, mom and dad. It was December 25th once more and the boy decided to take a cold air bike ride down the long and dirt road that lead to his lifeless home in Gaudalupe. He looked and saw a horse carriage decked with bells trotting down the path and his curiosity was aroused and he was very motivated to ride harder to the horses to find out where they had come from and who they were. To his surprise the duel horse cargo came to a halt and the man atop the carriage tipped a hat and said well boy, “ Merry Christmas! Isn’t it beautiful this time of year?” The boy stopped his bisycle quickly forgetting about it and walking up to the man and his two beasts and exclaimed, “Merry what…?”
“You know?” Merry Christmas!” What’s your deal? You’ve never heard of Christmas?”
“Christmas?”
“Sure! Here, come on. Jump up. You look cold.” And with that the old man held out a hand to the boy and he climbed up and into a sleigh and sat down. They covered up with a wool blanket and the story of Christmas was told to Agadhi for the first time.
The man cleared his throat, “Did you know, that a long time ago this world was a paradise for God’s first two children?”
“Ahh..”
“Yep, and the first two children God made were made perfect but it wasn’t long after they were put into this perfect garden called Eden that they did what God said was not to be done. So for the first time sin was born.
“Sin?”
The man explained that sin is what caused all of the confusion, sadness, hate…
He said, “You name it son! If it’s bad it was caused by this man and woman. When they sinned it caused the world to be in trouble with their maker.
“Now came a man,” he continued… “many years later, prophesied by scholars and writers.. That a great and noble man would come and be born into this world to save the world from sin.”
As Agadhi listened it was as if a fire was beginning to burn in his heart. He was excited, nervous and flabbergasted all at once.
Then the mysterious horse driver said, “on this day we celebrate the birth of this man named Christ and to this day we call it Christmas!
The boy said, “ahh now I see,” and climbed out. He picked up his bike and began to ride home. But as he rode he hid the biggest smile he had ever had his whole life. Soon his childhood started to light up in his memories. The things he thought were gone started to come back to him piece by piece, one by one.
When he got home he decided he was going to make a trip to the city. He packed his things and simply wrote a small letter to his mom and dad.
Dear Mom! Dear Dad! I heard about Christmas. I’m going to town see what it’s all about.
Love Agadhi!
Chapter 2: He decides to go to the city.
Riding Agadhi’s bike felt different and awkward to him this time as he road it to town. He was worried about frivolous things, like posture and speed.
“How do you do? My name is Agadhi.” He kept practicing under his breath. “I’d like to see the local church if that’s possible.”
He rounded the corner and peered up at the street sign that read, Pistuao Way.
The cafe was decked with bells like the horse carriage but it had lights of all colors. It was something else to Agadhi’s young mind.
Suddenly Mom and Pop seemed a lot farther away as he stepped inside. The smells and and sounds hit him quickly.
“One morning expresso Commin up!” A deep voice shouted.
“Ding.”
“How you doin dear?” A waitress held out a pad at the corner booth.
Agadhi dropped into an empty table and grabbed a menu to blend in.
“So Chelsea is coming with us to Church on Wednesday because there is Choir but I have to get something for Debie. I’m not waiting to the last second this year.”
“ How is Debie? Is she still dealing with you know what?”
“ I haven’t heard.”
All of a sudden Mom’s radio seemed more friendly. Agadhi could sense there might have been another planet that he didn’t know existed as he listened to the conversations going on around him.
“And for you hun?” The lady waitress came swinging his way faster than he could get ready for.
Agadhi cleared his throat, “yeah I’ll just have a diet soda of some kind. And could you please tell me where the nearest church is? I’d like to experience Christmas.”
“Experience Christmas? Haha. The waitress chuckled. I haven’t heard that in awhile. Your cute! Church of Christ isn’t too far away. Just take Pistuoa Way down aways and it will be catty corner to the library. How’s a Diet Coke sound?
“Perfect.”
Agadhi decided he wasn’t going to call it “experiencing Christmas,” anymore whether he looked cute or not. Cute was the last thing he needed in the big city like this.
The Library seemed like the better alternative. This whole Christ thing was still pretty new to him.
If he waltzed in and said, ‘can I please experience this Christ thing’? he might be laughed out the door, he thought to himself.
Either way Agadhi knew that he was about to embark on something special because of how good he felt after hearing the story of Christmas from the mysterious horse driver.
“Hi boy.” He said with a morning cheer that sounded like every father you’d hear in rural New Mexico country area.
Francis was void of emotion. At least to the young 12 year old. And for all Agadhi new about New Mexico and home and the country was…well..it was all there were. The radio may have been a portal into some other world because when he listened in on his mother’s morning ritual all he heard was blah, blah, blah.
The family carried on another day, just as it always would be. At the same time a magical thing was happening in the city, Christmas! People were greeting each other with bigger smiles at store fronts, carallers were getting out of their monotones as they prepared for their evening crusades, Santa Clauses were puffing up at malls and lights were strung around trees and houses at every corner to its glory. It was a joyful season and spirit to all who accepted one thing.. it was Christmas time.
There was only one thing Agadhi knew, and that was Agadhi. He thought perhaps one day he would get some schooling after his mother was through and if he wasn’t the best scholar he would try his work at the firehouse in the city as a fireman. He dreamed of charging through houses with vulnerable animals and people waiting to be rescued through even the most dangerous of fires. The future was all so optimistic and yet all so dim.
Year after year, Agadhi, did normal things on a not so normal day. And December 25th was like a sun that had never risen or a treasure never found, or a present that had never been opened.
The only celebration he got excited about was his own birthday. Every day on June 23rd He would get worked up and think great things of himself. “I’m getting older!” he would explain to mom and pop.
“And by golly, I might as well be getting wiser too,” he would say with little knowledge of what the word wisdom even means.
“Man, and some day I will be just as wise as you father!” The words were like lifeless goads to man Francis and he kept his pride all to himself.
Seven years had passed. Now the boy almost done with teenage years was still living out life in the country with sister, mom and dad. It was December 25th once more and the boy decided to take a cold air bike ride down the long and dirt road that lead to his lifeless home in Gaudalupe. He looked and saw a horse carriage decked with bells trotting down the path and his curiosity was aroused and he was very motivated to ride harder to the horses to find out where they had come from and who they were. To his surprise the duel horse cargo came to a halt and the man atop the carriage tipped a hat and said well boy, “ Merry Christmas! Isn’t it beautiful this time of year?” The boy stopped his bisycle quickly forgetting about it and walking up to the man and his two beasts and exclaimed, “Merry what…?”
“You know?” Merry Christmas!” What’s your deal? You’ve never heard of Christmas?”
“Christmas?”
“Sure! Here, come on. Jump up. You look cold.” And with that the old man held out a hand to the boy and he climbed up and into a sleigh and sat down. They covered up with a wool blanket and the story of Christmas was told to Agadhi for the first time.
The man cleared his throat, “Did you know, that a long time ago this world was a paradise for God’s first two children?”
“Ahh..”
“Yep, and the first two children God made were made perfect but it wasn’t long after they were put into this perfect garden called Eden that they did what God said was not to be done. So for the first time sin was born.
“Sin?”
The man explained that sin is what caused all of the confusion, sadness, hate…
He said, “You name it son! If it’s bad it was caused by this man and woman. When they sinned it caused the world to be in trouble with their maker.
“Now came a man,” he continued… “many years later, prophesied by scholars and writers.. That a great and noble man would come and be born into this world to save the world from sin.”
As Agadhi listened it was as if a fire was beginning to burn in his heart. He was excited, nervous and flabbergasted all at once.
Then the mysterious horse driver said, “on this day we celebrate the birth of this man named Christ and to this day we call it Christmas!
The boy said, “ahh now I see,” and climbed out. He picked up his bike and began to ride home. But as he rode he hid the biggest smile he had ever had his whole life. Soon his childhood started to light up in his memories. The things he thought were gone started to come back to him piece by piece, one by one.
When he got home he decided he was going to make a trip to the city. He packed his things and simply wrote a small letter to his mom and dad.
Dear Mom! Dear Dad! I heard about Christmas. I’m going to town see what it’s all about.
Love Agadhi!
Chapter 2: He decides to go to the city.
Riding Agadhi’s bike felt different and awkward to him this time as he road it to town. He was worried about frivolous things, like posture and speed.
“How do you do? My name is Agadhi.” He kept practicing under his breath. “I’d like to see the local church if that’s possible.”
He rounded the corner and peered up at the street sign that read, Pistuao Way.
The cafe was decked with bells like the horse carriage but it had lights of all colors. It was something else to Agadhi’s young mind.
Suddenly Mom and Pop seemed a lot farther away as he stepped inside. The smells and and sounds hit him quickly.
“One morning expresso Commin up!” A deep voice shouted.
“Ding.”
“How you doin dear?” A waitress held out a pad at the corner booth.
Agadhi dropped into an empty table and grabbed a menu to blend in.
“So Chelsea is coming with us to Church on Wednesday because there is Choir but I have to get something for Debie. I’m not waiting to the last second this year.”
“ How is Debie? Is she still dealing with you know what?”
“ I haven’t heard.”
All of a sudden Mom’s radio seemed more friendly. Agadhi could sense there might have been another planet that he didn’t know existed as he listened to the conversations going on around him.
“And for you hun?” The lady waitress came swinging his way faster than he could get ready for.
Agadhi cleared his throat, “yeah I’ll just have a diet soda of some kind. And could you please tell me where the nearest church is? I’d like to experience Christmas.”
“Experience Christmas? Haha. The waitress chuckled. I haven’t heard that in awhile. Your cute! Church of Christ isn’t too far away. Just take Pistuoa Way down aways and it will be catty corner to the library. How’s a Diet Coke sound?
“Perfect.”
Agadhi decided he wasn’t going to call it “experiencing Christmas,” anymore whether he looked cute or not. Cute was the last thing he needed in the big city like this.
The Library seemed like the better alternative. This whole Christ thing was still pretty new to him.
If he waltzed in and said, ‘can I please experience this Christ thing’? he might be laughed out the door, he thought to himself.
Either way Agadhi knew that he was about to embark on something special because of how good he felt after hearing the story of Christmas from the mysterious horse driver.
