This is a dream that one of my younger children had,
About two months after the BP oil spill in the Gulf.
I have written it here, as it was described to me…
It is the Holly Days season again,
sometime in December.
I couldn’t tell what year it was,
But I sensed it was somewhere in America.
At first, it seemed like the usual Christmas holiday season
that rolls around every year,
with the holiday music blaring out their repeated tunes,
and the television adds pushing products
with the usual consumer commercialism,
but then I realized that something was very different.
There were still many shoppers out and about,
trying to find that perfect present for the people on their list,
but this year, THEY WERE LOOKING FOR FOOD.
Yes, there was a few of the usual presents
that people usually give out to each other under the tinseled fir tree,
like toys for toddlers or the other usual pre-wrapped or boxed items,
but for the most part, (eighty percent?,) were hoping to buy special food.
Whatever they thought that person on their list would like to eat,
THAT was their purchase of choice.
It was whatever that person’s special favorite food was.
It didn’t matter if it was caviar, shrimp, or fillet minion,
or something as simple as macaroni and cheese;
whatever it took to make that person’s favorite dish,
that is what was being shopped for.
But they weren’t always finding it.
At first the items became more expensive,
In some cases prohibitively so,
but then towards the end, they were almost impossible to find at any price.
Those that had the foods, didn’t want to sell them no matter what was offered,
for they were beginning to realize that all food was becoming more scarce,
and that they may need it themselves for survival.
The dream then formed like a movie clip,
with the camera focusing in on one random family all gathered together
eating their special holiday meals around the dining room table.
The younger members of the family were thankful
for the special foods that they had been given,
digging in with gusto and enjoying every bite,
but some of the older members of the family were still sad,
for they could still remember what previous holidays had been like,
and they had hoped to come closer to reliving them again.
The view then panned back out and the dream ended.
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