7 Swans a Swimming in
Sync for Christmas
And so the countdown to
Christmas moves “swimmingly” on.
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| 7 Swans a Swimming |
Seven swans were
swimming on Swan Lake, so the urban legend goes. The newest member of the flock
had started out in life as an ugly duckling but things changed and happy-ever-after-ly
she found herself where she finally felt she belonged gliding effortlessly
across the lake, gazing contentedly at her reflection and the wavering
reflections of her six best friends in the moonlight. Suddenly a shadow passed
overhead. The surface of Swan Lake instantly lost its sparkly shimmer and the
seven swans’ reflections disappeared. A chill wind etched a new pattern of
ripples across the lake’s leaden surface and an unearthly moan could be heard
whispering softly through the bare branches of the trees that ringed the lake.
Slowly the volume rose in crescendo and the moan went from a windy whisper to a
threatening growl and finally to one long soul shivering howl. An eerie silence
followed. The seven swans looked mutely at each other. None dared break the
silence. It would soon be Christmas Eve and once again the evil one (not Dr.
Seuss’ Grinch either) had risen from the underbelly of the usually tranquil
Swan Lake determined to spook Santa’s reindeer to throw the jolly old elf off
course and extinguish the hope and light of Christmas the way he blotted out
the moonlight. The swans just wanted to get the flock out of there. They weren't ready to sing their swan song. But they knew they had a role to play to
counter the evil deeds and put an end to the darkness. With only the sounds of
their wings to guide them the seven swans rose gracefully with perfect
synchronization in a reverse swan dive. Up they flew until the moonlight broke
through the clouds and reflected off their snow white feathers lighting a path
for Santa to follow. Once again foiled the evil one sunk back below the surface
of Swan Lake, down through the murky depths of despair, to find that even his
most evil deeds couldn't squash the spirit Christmas. A brightly wrapped gift
with his name on it waited for him at the entry to his underwater lair.
With the exception of
the five golden rings, the rest of this countdown is pretty much for the birds.
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