Two weeks ago there was the athiest sign flap in Olympia. Here on the North Olympic Peninsula it would seem we are immune, and thank God. Yes we have very traditional church type celebrations, but what about the other stuff? what about the Christmas Story? Not mangers, and angels, the OTHER story you know, BB guns, toys, Santa, presents, and turkey. What about the Christmas of my youth, the Christmas provincial. Where has THAT Christmas gone?
Swains………it’s still at Swains, and it’s wonderful, so wonderful it made me cry.
First of all, well its Christmas and its snowing, so the scene is already set. I am standing in front of Swains looking at its shabby roofline, faded parking stripes, and equally faded paint, NOT a big box store. Salvation army ringer, trees for $15 lights and Swains popcorn smell wafting through the doorway.
Happy people, there were happy people everywhere, I walk in and one of the first things I see…..puppies.
Cmon, puppies…there has to be something special going on where ever puppies are concerned.
Just inside the door, there was a line for Santa waiting there through the toys.
Not too much, not too little, but just right. It was like I stepped 20 years into the past, and it was good. Swains hasn’t forgotten that it’s better to look at the glass as half full, and I think Christmas teaches that same lesson.
Thank you Swains, Christmas wouldn’t be the same without you.