Christmas at our house was not complete
until the children, snug in their
security blankets, watched
“A Charlie Brown Christmas,”
and I knew, even then, Mr. Schultz
would live forever.
Sweet Lucy, I learned, was created
in memory of a girl he once loved,
and Snoopy was really his own dog
named Spike, inspiration for the familiar
“Happiness is a warm puppy.”
They asked him why he chose to draw
cartoons. “Because,” he said,
if I didn’t, my life would have no
meaning.”
Words spoken softly.
I have my own special little Snoopy,
a wind-up toy, who affords laughs
at Christmastime.
My children, now grown, their once-a-year
Charlie-brown faces smiling, mutter
“Good grief, Mom...”
Good night, Mr. Schultz, wherever you are...
Christmas would not be the same without you.
thanks for following up my piece the other day "Ode to Charles Schultz" PBS has been running bio specials on him if you get a chance to watch it it's very interesting..