The holidays….they can go either way..
I have heard my friends lament about the sadness they feel especially when viscerally injected with holiday cheer bouncing off every wall, ceiling, music speaker and Christmas tree. It doesn’t really matter whether you are a reason for the season person; your ethnicity doesn’t matter, sleeping on the streets or in a mansion…you are either living through or celebrating the holidays.
I especially mourn with people when a loved one transitions around the holidays. I don’t think I’m hanging crepe when I say that The “holidays” will never be the same for them. This happened to me…my dad had a heart attack on Christmas Eve and passed the day after New Years. Moving forward when the holidays roll around the reference is always that day, month, year before dad passed and after dad passed.
A good friend of mine told me that I should accept the holiday feels by feeling the emotion, letting it pass through and if you feel like a thorough holiday sob, just let it happen. Stop fighting it.
There really are no rules…the holiday is the holiday…one hour, one day you may feel festive and full of love and joy…and the next hour or day, you may not.
I am sooo impressed with this little tea basket that I got yesterday while Brenda and I were at the city market.
the brand is For Life. Loose tea (my favorite 1 tsp peach and 1/2 tsp peppermint) goes in the little basket…the basket has little handles that go over your cup and you just stick it under the keurig spout and run hot water into it. Let it steep in the basket that is sitting in your cup of hot water and enjoy! It makes an amazing cup of tea. I’ve always been so caught up in having my water be the right temp and then pouring it into the tea pot vessel holding the loose tea…waiting for it to steep for a certain amount of time…then setting the pitcher on your coffee cup and letting it drain. Then all the clean up. Wasn’t worth it to me. This little number is just what I needed.
He and I went out for dinner tonight, did a little non-Christmas shopping then drove over a couple of exits to see the Lee’s Summit Magic tree with way too many other people.
It is beautiful and magical! I’m very thankful for the person(s) who spent the time to decorate every tree limb.
that’s it for now.
Until next time….
for entertainment. I believe that several minute to minute happenings in my 3 days of Christmas could more than likely keep a movie audience enthralled for a year…Just the scenarios…not necessarily the events themselves. I’m sure it is true in every family gathering…some stories or things that happen become the lore of many Christmas to come – passing down from generation to generation. While I want to belly laugh my way thru some of these stories right now – I know that it would not be appropriate because what happens at Christmas needs to stay with Christmas…but a few stories may squeeze out to some of you privately. I share/you share because after awhile you want to hear other family stories so you won’t fear your Christmas get-togethers with your family in the future. :0 you know what I’m talking about!
I really hope Candyland is still a popular children’s game. I had a fleeting memory yesterday of the many hours my dad spent playing candyland with me when I was a kid and I want to play the game with Jaxon.
As I see the clean Christmas dishes sitting on the counter, I am trying to figure out what to do with them this year. The boxes they came in 10 years ago are becoming tattered..still have good padding though?? I am so not the person who should be responsible for putting them away…I received very little of the attention-to-detail gene.
I don’t know what we are going to do today to entertain ourselves..the Christmas let down. I hope you all felt a little love this holiday season to get you thru the next few months of winter! That and be sure to run some of those family stories around in your brain to cement them so you don’t forget them…
Until next time….
I’m fried…but it is a good fried, I think. For the first time in my adult life, I’m not dreading anything about Christmas. It’s going to be a tough day because mom and Aunt Frances are gone…Katy says that is big…huge…Grandma sat in the corner sweet and oblivious and grinning trying to get Daisy on her lap…and Aunt Frances talked non stop…they are going to be missed…but I also don’t have to get them in the car, get them out of the car, get them settled, get their dishes ready, get them to the bathroom, cringe in case someone said something that might be interpreted wrong by them. Why I took that job on, I have no idea…then do the whole thing over to get them home. I’ll never forget the Christmas eve that we took them home and mom’s sewer had backed up in her basement…He spent many hours hauling “stuff” out of the basement…then the girls couldn’t flush so they spent the night at our house…one in the recliner and one on the sofa because there is NO WAY we could have gotten them up the stairs into a bed…I think that was with 3 dogs and only 1 cat…I laugh to think what it would be like now with 3 dogs and 5 cats…
Christmas was always mom’s holiday..she did it up big…she spent a lot of money, bought a lot of gifts, always had dinner and Christmas at her house…there was no other way. She apologized for that one year and said she felt bad that she had never let me start having Christmas at my house to start a tradition with my kids. We had a tradition, we went to grandma and grandpa’s house…When his family was all still together, we would go to his mother’s house in the morning and for dinner and then my family in the afternoon. His mother would never even think of budging on having Christmas…even the year that his sister couldn’t make it from South Dakota until afternoon…had to have presents and dinner at noon…there was no room for change!! His mother is a whole other Oprah show…
Christmas has always been very important to me…but it is going to be different this year…not bad just different..I’ve always had to bend in the wind or I would have been flattened a long time ago…so bring it on.
Merry Christmas or just Happy Holidays for those of you who prefer that verbage.
Until next time….