It’s Christmas Eve…and I work tonight and tomorrow. My mind is starting to get anxious. Family will be together on Wednesday. I have last minute things to do. I was fixing my coffee to get my routine going and as I turned to go back to my bed and enjoy it, Daisy meets me at the end of the hallway. With a ball in her mouth. Wagging her tail. I laughed and said, “You silly, it’s too early!” She only walked closer and dropped the ball at my feet. There is a certain plop a tennis ball has on hardwood when Daisy drops it. It’s an authoritative plop. So, I sat my coffee down on the table and begin the hallway ball playing routine we have when it rains. Because that’s what pets do, they please their masters.When we wrapped it up, I got my coffee and picked up a bone and headed to the bedroom. Having thrown the dog a bone, Daisy lay on the floor exercising her jaw skills and I in my bed with my coffee, and my laptop of course. All you could hear was Daisy gnawing away.
As I was perusing FaceBook I started singing, “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.” Daisy stopped chewing and looked at me with her head tilted. “Glory to the new born King…” She sat up and looked like the most reverent canine you’ve ever seen. “Peace on earth and mercy mild…” She then gets on all fours and jumps on the bed and sits and just looks at me as I continue to sing. “God and sinner reconciled. Joyful all ye nation rise, join the triumph of the skies…” and then she moved closer to my side… “with angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem” and as I finished the verse, “Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new…born…King” she had positioned herself as close as she could get to my left side, sitting up with her head leaning close to mine looking into the room as if she were a part of a worshipful moment.
The song ended and we just sit there.
Beside each other.
And I think God was pleased.