YESTERDAY I WAS picking up labs at Blessing's Express Clinic, where the Sears tire store used to be. No, you can't get your tires rotated or brake pads replaced. Yes, the crew will do a great job looking at your sore throat and figuring out if you have strep.
One of the crew, and I won't use her real name but her initials are Maria, likes to decorate the place. She is really good at drawing spring, summer, fall and winter scenes on the windows. So Christmas is right up her alley. As I was leaving yesterday she said, "Take this and decorate it and bring it back,." It was s small paper stocking. I had no clue what to do.
So I did the smart thing and brought it to Blessing's 48th Street lab. There I left the blank piece of paper with young Lab Brat Ashley, who is constantly doodling and made up a bunch of cool Christmas gingerbread people to put on the doors.
I'm not into Christmas decorations or lights. Christmas at Second String Music featured my comically inept attempts to decorate a fake tree and string lights. In fact, in the last few years, we just left the lights up around the ceiling. Why take them down? They'll just go up again the next year.
Anyway, I figured Ashley would color a nice little ornament. I was wrong. So, so wrong.
Instead, she made what might be the nicest Christmas decoration ever, in the history of yuletide and glad tidings toward men.
I brought it to Express on my last stop of the night. Maria and the crew were impressed, to say the least. There are some very cool paper stockings hanging up on walls in there now, and it feels less like a place to get your oil changed or checked for walking pneumonia and much more like Christmas.
Now mine is up there too and it looks ... amazing.
Almost as amazing as the person who made it for me.
It's the little things, Santa. Merry Christmas Ashley! And everybody else too! See? A little Christmas cheer can go a long way.
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