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Each day I wait anxiously longingly hoping that this will be the day that the doorbell will chime or the phone will ring that you will come up and whisper in my ear that you are here and it is finally time and you could be my true love or you could be my dreams or you could be Death only I know which one I write about and wish for at this moment waiting a lifetime to embrace you always waiting… Caryn Suarez 08/08/02

Those who really know me know which one I want the most....

 

Funny what runs through your mind sometimes....

Patiently waiting i hear my heartbeat in my ears eyes closed limbs still skin so pale hair black as night loose and free all around me yet i hear them whisper - "look at her her lips still as red as the red, red rose." I'm waiting for my love to come to touch my hand to brush his lips across my cheek my forehead he will come to me even if i must wait forever lying here in state just to hear him say - I'm here I love you Leave this bed of sleep for light and wait for me in the garden... i smile to myself although no one sees as the nurse pulls the needle from my vein applies a bandage and silently leaves the room...   Copyrighted by Caryn Day-Suarez

Copyrighted - Caryn Day-Suarez

BAD KID’S CHRISTMAS

It was the night before Christmas and all through our house, the five bratty Day kids decided to test Santa’s good and bad list up to the last minute.  After all it was Christmas Eve in the 70’s, Santa had surely already packed the sleigh and was getting ready to leave, what could he do now?  My mom’s favorite John Denver eight track was playing in the stereo in the living room.  Smells of home made holiday snicker doodles wafted through the air.  Snow was on the ground and spitting from the gray Indiana skies.  The holiday spirit was in the air.

Christmas Eve started out as a normal day, but for some reason my pesky little brothers were in rare form.  My 7-year-old brother Matt had decided we needed to have a little Christmas glow, so he took all of the Christmas cards hanging of the garland on the stoop, piled them up in the hallway closet set them on fire and then ran.  Next came my mother’s screams as she ran through the house with a bucket of water.  

Later that afternoon my brothers, Phil and Bob, ages 9, started wrestling in front of the Christmas tree and knocked it completely over, breaking bulbs, ornaments flying, lights flickering everywhere.  Mom again screamed as they fled to their room.  I still remember seeing her in her apron trying to pick up that eight foot Christmas tree by herself, cussing us all.  John Denver still singing peacefully in the background.

Later that afternoon my brother, Steven, age 12, decided to take Dad’s prize winning deer head off the wall and run around the house sticking the head in the windows scaring my other brothers, who thought Santa was here and they had to high tail it to bed.  This went fine, until he fell in the yard in the snow and snapped off two of the deer’s antlers. 

Me, the inocent sweet, smart, beautiful, eldest daughter who never did anything, well after the tree went down, I had found my brother’s old baby dish in the cupboard with the suction cup on the bottom of it. I decided to stick it on the front window to see if it would still stick.  It did, and when I tried to pull it off, I shattered the entire picture window.  My mother by this time, screaming at us all hysterically, sent each and every one of us to our room the rest of the day, no supper, no communication with each other.  We sat in our rooms in silence.  Dad came home from work, saw what we all had done, and the whippin’s ensued with threats that now we had really done it and Santa would bring us nothing.  We didn’t sweat it.  We knew the sled was already packed.

Christmas morning we woke up early, making a bee-line for the now crooked standing, unlit Christmas tree standing in front of the cardboard covered front picture window with all the gaily wrapped gifts, each person’s in equal number, in equal piles so as to prevent any wars or confusion.  As we ripped through the packages each box contained either sticks, stones, or coal.   Two of my brothers started crying immediately.  I sat there in disbelief.  How could this be?  We were good kids….kind of…  We continued to dive into each present, each one filled with sticks, rocks, coal or just straw.  Suddenly Steve jumped up and ran out of the room upset.  Mom and Dad got up and joined us, “So what did you all get from Santa?”  Matt sat lip out quivering two big frog tears falling down his cute cheeks.  Phil and Bob sat there with black hands from the coal looking at each other in shock.  I kept thinking, this must be a joke!  Where is the good stuff?  I mean I WAS good all year, except for that little goof up yesterday, and that was an accident.  Suddenly Steven burst back into the room joyously, “There are five new bikes in the garage, I just saw them.”  We all ran to the garage to see.  Yep, new shiny bikes in a row, four blue, mine was yellow and green striped.  The brats did score after all!  I didn’t know if Santa had felt bad for us, or we just got the bikes because he wanted to get them off the sleigh, I was just glad we got something.  I blamed my brothers for my not getting my usual holiday haul, but the bike would suffice. 

Mom and Dad then made us all get dressed and we went to EARLY Christmas Day Mass.   After mass Dad went up to Father Horvath and said that we all needed to go to confession, so we all had to meet one-on-one with Father Horvath and confess our holiday sins and what we had done.  I still claimed mine was just an accident.   After a stern look and given a penance of three Our Father’s, three Hail Mary’s and three Glory Be to the Father’s we were dismissed.   We then went home and Mom and Dad made us clean up “our presents” under the tree.  We were then told we were grounded from the new bikes for a month!  A lifetime in kid time, but none of us dared say a word.   We then went to Grandma’s for lunch and spent the rest of the day playing with our cousins and having fun at the “kid table.”  We were the topic of conversation all day as Mom and Dad continued to relate the Christmas Eve happenings of our behavior to all of our relatives who just shook their heads and gave us discerning looks.   We also relayed the same story to our fellow cousins, who thought it was extremely funny.  We kind of did too, hey at least we scored bikes!

  It was the Christmas we were the worst, but it is the Christmas I remember as being one of the best.

Caryn Day-Suarez

Another memorable Christmas story written 11/28/09.

Irvin’s Un-Silent Night

By Caryn M. Day-Suarez

"It was the largest snowstorm in Florida history."
"Jacksonville 1989."
"Nope that doesn't fit."
"What Edith?"
It doesn't fit in the squares for my crossword puzzle, think again!"
"Oh for God's sake." Irvin rolled his eyes and picked up the TV remote.

"Don't get comfortable in that chair Irvin. We've got to go out for some last minute groceries. Evie and the kids are coming tomorrow for Christmas Eve and you know how those kids eat. Get up already." Edith checked the corners of her mouth as she applied her Sweet Kisses Mistletoe lipstick and adjusted her red hair. She headed for the front room to get her purse and sweater.

"Uh huh." Irvin replied automatically, not listening to one word Edith said.

"Help me Irvin. I just got my hair tangled up putting this sweater on pulling it over my new perm."

Irvin turned the TV remote up a little bit louder and started surfing channels. Roscoe the family lab hearing a cat meow on a commercial jumped up and started barking.
"Oy vey." Irvin signed.

Edith continued fussing then a loud crash and a bang ensued. It was followed by the sound of tinkling bells, the rustling of paper and boxes and a flash in the electricity.

"Edith, what are you doing? I'm trying to watch TV here. For crying out loud!"

"Irvin, I tripped over the presents and the Christmas tree trying to put this sweater on and I fell help me out here."

"Did you start a fire?"

"No."

Irvin laid down the remote for the TV, stood up slowly taking hold of his walker and started moving into the next room where Edith was out on the floor spread eagle with her purple sweater still stuck on her head.

"Where's the phone? I'll call Ira and see if he can come over and give us a hand here."

"Just call 911!"

"Edith where did you put the phone?"

"The last place I saw it was over by your chair." Shrilled Edith.

Irvin turned the walker and started shuffling back towards the recliner. Edith was still thrashing around on the floor tangling herself up worse in the smashed packages and Christmas lights she had knocked off the tree.

"I don't see it. I got the remote, not the phone. Where else can it be?"

"IRVIN, help me up NOW!"

"What do ya want Edith! Do ya want me to find the phone first? I can't help you out. I can't lift you. You've probably gained another 15 lb this month alone because you can't stay out of the holiday cookies. Don't get me started on how much eggnog you've downed this month, Bailey's Irish Cream, five Christmas lunches, the Nelson's Holiday party, three 2 lb bags of M&M's..."

"Yeah and a partridge in a pear tree don't forget that Irvin, kick me when I'm down, I mean LITERALLY. I think I sprained my ankle. Find the phone. Look on the kitchen table."

Irvin shuffled over towards the kitchen table Roscoe following him along.

"Not here Edith. Did you take it in the bathroom with you earlier?"

"No I did not take it to the bathroom with me earlier, unlike you I only do one thing at a time when I am in the bathroom!"

Irvin rolled his eyes. He did a tour again of the kitchen table, the counter, the table by the door. He scooted over towards the small bathroom, stuck his head in and turned on the light. Turning back towards the living room he thought he saw the end of the phone sticking out of the bottom of his recliner. He started towards it slowly trying to figure out how he was going to get it and not let Edith know it must have fallen off the recliner when he stood up.

"Irvin? Irvin what the heck are you doing? I could be dying here!"

Irvin walked towards the recliner and placed the walker over the end of the phone. He knew if he tried to bend he would topple himself. His knee replacements not like they used to be. He pointed the phone out to Roscoe to see if he could get it for him. "Roscoe, get the phone boy, get the phone. Roscoe see the cheese, cheese, yes it's cheese, can you get it boy?"

Roscoe looked at the phone, looked at Irvin and then looked back at the phone. He was not a dumb dog he knew the phone was not cheese. Irvin took the corner of his walker and hit the phone with it until he could get about 3/4's of it out from underneath the chair. He then positioned himself back over the recliner, sat down slowly, bent over and reached the phone. It was only when he then tried to straighten up into a sitting position that his back then decided not to cooperate and a low back spasm ensued causing him to drop both the phone and the TV remote, which slid into his lap and then down the side of the chair. He lunged for them both so as to stop them from going down the side and out the bottom of the chair. He thought he had them both, but one fell through anyway. Leaning back in the chair he raised his right hand to see which one he had saved.

"Irvin where are you? A little help here pullease I'm begging you."

"Just a minute Edith, I just threw out my back again."

Irvin sat back and looked at what he had captured in his right hand. The weatherman on TV was answering today's email weather question. "Did you know folks that the largest snowstorm in Florida history was back on February 13, 1899. We had 1.9 inches that covered most of the state. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas."

"Hey Edith, there you go. There's the answer to your puzzle, it wasn't Jacksonville 1989 after all, what do you know."

"IRVIN!"

"Just a minute. Stay still."

Irvin leaned back a little and turned up the remote. The sports would be on next.