Happiness in the Holidays (Open)
Dec 14, 2014 2:19:25 GMT -5
Post by Joe Honnick on Dec 14, 2014 2:19:25 GMT -5
The tree was up in the living room, it had been a family activity and with Christmas music in the background there had started to be laughter and for the first time in a long time the Honnick house sounded like it had before. Full of love and laughter. Joe couldn't help but smile when he watched his daughters banter looking at the old memories living in the Christmas ornaments. Joe was really starting to feel in the Christmas spirit and he needed to get out and do some shopping. He dressed casually in jeans and a college sweatshirt. It had been his Christmas present last year from his girls. He never walked so tall or so proud than when he was wearing that block 'O' from The Ohio State University. He was so proud to say that he was a player under the great Woody Hayes. He did wonder every now and again if he could have gone farther if he hadn't gotten that knee injury.
Nevertheless here he was, a successful lawyer, working on getting his own organization on its feet, with a beautiful wife and two wonderful daughters. He could very well have been the happiest man alive. He smiled as he walked around the mall looking for just the right thing to show his love for his family. He'd never much like receiving gifts, but to see peoples expression when it is something they really wanted or surprised them was more glorious than anything the world could offer. He walked calmly about for a while occasionally dodging frantic shoppers. He was surprised his daughters had teased that he was the only one old enough to still go shopping. It was done online now, they said, but all Joe realized was that now shoes got delivered to the house instead of them going shopping. So he'd brought his daughters along. Or rather made them get out of the house then shooed them off to do their own shopping. It would be good for Lesedi to get out of the house and Rachel studied too much.
He meandered into a department store and started sifting through the wracks, looking for sweaters, ornaments, or anything else that just happened to catch his eyes. He had a hard time buying things because he was so intent of it being perfect for whoever got the gift. If there was so much as a flaw or a shred of doubt he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt like he was incognito. He wasn't wearing a suit and he wasn't pushing for PUSE and no one gave him more than a second look. PUSE wasn't the most popular thing, he knew, but it was his life's work and he believed very strongly in it. It was nice to not be immediately recognized. He hummed along to the holiday tunes playing over the speaker as he started looking through a nice looking set of sweaters.
Nevertheless here he was, a successful lawyer, working on getting his own organization on its feet, with a beautiful wife and two wonderful daughters. He could very well have been the happiest man alive. He smiled as he walked around the mall looking for just the right thing to show his love for his family. He'd never much like receiving gifts, but to see peoples expression when it is something they really wanted or surprised them was more glorious than anything the world could offer. He walked calmly about for a while occasionally dodging frantic shoppers. He was surprised his daughters had teased that he was the only one old enough to still go shopping. It was done online now, they said, but all Joe realized was that now shoes got delivered to the house instead of them going shopping. So he'd brought his daughters along. Or rather made them get out of the house then shooed them off to do their own shopping. It would be good for Lesedi to get out of the house and Rachel studied too much.
He meandered into a department store and started sifting through the wracks, looking for sweaters, ornaments, or anything else that just happened to catch his eyes. He had a hard time buying things because he was so intent of it being perfect for whoever got the gift. If there was so much as a flaw or a shred of doubt he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt like he was incognito. He wasn't wearing a suit and he wasn't pushing for PUSE and no one gave him more than a second look. PUSE wasn't the most popular thing, he knew, but it was his life's work and he believed very strongly in it. It was nice to not be immediately recognized. He hummed along to the holiday tunes playing over the speaker as he started looking through a nice looking set of sweaters.
