The Golden Club was offering a holiday tour of Little Switzerland, NC. Mama and I donned our Christmas sweaters and boarded the bus. We were giggling like two children.
A merry group of senior citizens greeted us. Everyone was decked out in festive garbs. Some wore reindeer antlers, others were dressed as elves, and ornaments flashed around the necks of passengers.
Anticipation mounted as we crossed the Blue Ridge Mountains. We were making good time until two women delayed our trip. The bus waited 30 minutes in the parking lot at Ingles for the ladies. Finally, they looked in their rearview mirror and discovered the bus was already there.
Someone muttered, "Good night! Looks like they could have seen something big as a bus!"
Mama and I were so exhausted when we got to Little Switzerland, that we went straight to bed. At 2:00 in the morning, Mama headed to the restroom. She pulled, yanked, and banged on the door. She couldn't open it.
I was groggy, could hardly speak. "Mama, stop! That's not the bathroom. It's the door to the adjacent room. Those two ladies who delayed our trip are there."
Mama muttered something about "the old goof balls," and finally found the door to the bathroom. Despite the obstacles, we had a jolly, holly trip to the beautiful alpine village that was decorated and decked out like Santa's workshop.
This story first appeared in: To All a Good Night, a poetry and prose anthology, printed by: Old Mountain Press.
PEACE, JOY and LOVE
to
You and Yours
THIS CHRISTMAS!
THE HOLIDAY
