All I want for Christmas is you.
You, the fan that wants to cheer on the JDHS hockey team. I have noticed there are a few empty bleacher seats and I space or two for standing near the goals. And in what other sport can you press your nose right up against the glass next to your favorite (or opposing) player and feel the thump of their bodies hitting the boards?
And you, who rests their morning coffee on top of a finished section of the morning paper, be it A or C, good gosh not B!
And you, the disgruntled reader that doesn’t like that I wrote about the misfortunes of our local sports heroes or that I put the JDHS headline above the TMHS headline, or vice versa.
All I want for Christmas is you Kirsten Jorgensen, to send me that Harvard University running photo so I can put your story in the paper.
You Sarah Tarver, Karli Brakes, Nani Ostrom, Brittany Fenumiai, Emily Johnson, Olivia Henderson, Taylor Larson, Mary Rehfeld, Maddie Swofford, Annette Highley, Nicole Fenumiai, Maria Weyhrauch, Danielle Larson, Tasha McKoy, Andrea Dorflinger, Kendri Cesear, Tonya Nizich and who ever else graduates, to return once again for the alumni game.
And you, Aquino Brinson to get once second faster so next alumni game your brother Dominique won’t rise up for a jump shot. And you, Tres and Nico Saldivar, Shawn and Lance Ibesate, Ryan and Alex Fagerstrom, and David and Bruce Jones, I hope to see you just as competitive next alumni year.
And you Evan Gross, can you talk your brother Eric into leaving his college in Europe for our tiny little alumni game next season?
And you Colin Gozelski to tell me about receiving the most valuable offensive player award in college this year.
And you Lenka Craigov’a, former Gastineau and DZ girl now playing in the 2012 International Ice Hockey Federation’s Under 18 Women’s World Championships for the Czech Republic. I want your story too.
And you, who hasn’t yet stood looking down at the Holiday Cup action at the Dimond Park Fieldhouse. There is plenty of room for you on the wish list.
All I really want for Christmas is you.
I want you to support the Tornados Wrestling Club, the Glacier Swim Club, the ORCA Program, every major or minor club and sport from beyond Thane Road to way past Mount McGinnis.
I want you to be part of that silence that answers the Treadwell Arena announcer when he says, “Lets welcome the visiting (insert any visiting team here) to the ice” and I want you to be part of the exuberance when he says, “and here comes our own Crimson Bears!”
I want you, who wave at those bedazzled early a.m. runners with their blinking strobe lights on head and shoe and the neon rainbow strips affixed to clothes that appear unworthy to withstand the pre-dawn elements.
All I really want for Christmas is you.
You, all of you, at Eaglecrest: the smiling visitor on his way to hike up the mountain before the lifts have started, the first hello before you reach the resort doors, the “hi” when you walk inside, the help filling out rental forms, the eagerness to make sure my boots fit, the well wishes as I shuffle out to the slopes, the good guys on the lift lines, the even more friendly guys farther up that slow the lift when my tips have caught, the patrols that seem to be behind every tree I hit, the other skiers who share their love of the sport, and whoever is responsible for that one little divot that sends me into a cartwheel…. I even want you for Christmas!
You who press the nose portions of your bundled head against that magical Christmas window display downtown, you who spread such joy among the Canvas artists, you Canvas artists who spread such joy among your teachers.
You who don’t mind that I won’t go over 60 miles per hour in the fast lane. You who do mind.
You who let someone into the traffic line, and then cut off the next car.
You, the Sugar Plum Fairy, I want you for Christmas too, and the whole Nutcracker crew.
And I want all of you to applaud the dance teams and cheer teams, and attend Perseverance Theatre, and every artistic performance by man or beast in this city.
I want you to teach your dogs to flush and pick up cigarette butts, for surely it must be animals that leave such litterings.
I want you who line up in your daycare chain gang and march about the blocks holding hands in the gentlest protest imaginable.
You who open doors.
You who call your parents if late, your best friends if they are sad, and your siblings when out of town.
I want you who sticks his head out the car window and lets the dog drive.
You who think every grandma and grandpa reminds you of your own.
And you who don’t forget my birthday is the day before Christmas.
All I want for Christmas is you…
And maybe my first pair of skis, boots, helmet, avalanche kit, and extra butt padded ski pants.