“Christmas is the day that holds all time together.”
I wish I could tell you I had been whisked away to foreign lands on a magic carpet and had no access to the internet as we flew over exotic places, but, instead, I have been prone on the couch mostly sleeping. This week was one of those couple of steps forward and a million steps backward weeks, but last night changed everything. I slept through the whole night. Today I can almost click my heels into the air. Okay, that is an exaggeration, but I do feel really good, and I was able to move off the couch almost as if my body didn’t ache at all. I’m sitting here typing with a big grin on my face. I guess it’s an early Christmas present.
Everyone who drops by to visit talks about the cold. I’m missing all that, and I’m not at all regretful. My house is warm and cozy. From my window here, I can see the birds at the feeders, and I can see the oak trees beside the deck. They are winter with their dead leaves hanging off the ends of the branches. The sun is out but has that icy cold look, that mocking look it gets in winter. The weatherman says maybe snow on Sunday or Monday. I don’t doubt him.
My Christmas cards arrived so I can address them this afternoon. That calls for a syrupy Hallmark movie. I didn’t any yesterday, and I’m having a sugar withdrawal.
Around this time of year, my mother would start to tease us with her, “I know what you’re getting for Christmas,” comments. When I was little, I said she didn’t know, but she told me Santa had left a note so she knew. I believed her. When I was older, she was relentless, and I’d always ask for hints. Her favorite answer was to say it was something I really wanted and didn’t have, as if that were a hint at all. I seldom gave her lists so most years I was always surprised.
My mother used to find the perfect gits for us all. They were the ones we’d have asked for if we had given the lists any thought at all. She found a Mouskeeteer lunch box for me one year, and they were my Mouskeeteers. Another year she found the first Trixie Belden and put it in my stocking. I was ten again when I saw it.
My mother always knew that Christmas was old and it was new. She gave that gift to us, and it was her best gift of all.
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December 16, 2010 at 1:25 pm
I think we all needed to know that You have a really great day now 🙂 🙂 Most of us would love to come over and help but just lives way to far away.
I can honestly say that I don´t remember many christmas presents except for the last ones I got from my grandmother. It was underwear about ten sizes to big 🙂 🙂 🙂 But I do also remember getting a toy car track one year and my friends and I played with it long after we had grown up 🙂
Have a continues great day!
Christer.
December 17, 2010 at 4:20 pm
Christer,
It would be wonderful if you could all come and visit. Gracie would be a crazy dog. This morning wasn’t so great but the afternoon is. I think I’m making progress.
We seldom got clothes except for the new Christmas pajamas we got to open on Christmas Eve. We felt cheated when the only present we got to open had pajamas.
December 16, 2010 at 2:01 pm
Great to hear that you are on the verge of kicking up your heels again. Keep smiling!
December 17, 2010 at 4:22 pm
Dear Caryn,
Some days are awful, and I wake up some nights in horrid pain, but the next day I always feel a bit better.
I’m on my way!!!!
December 17, 2010 at 5:36 pm
Cheers
December 16, 2010 at 4:06 pm
Christmas is old and new. I was surprised to see the santa letters on TV kids asking for winter coats up north and boots, no toys. The RN that gives me my shots once a week said her 16 year old said I have all the games I can use already can you give gifts to kids that aren’t going to get any this year as my present. She called her church and sure enough they are starving for toys for kids. I think that little teen has the right attitude. He’ll feel good this Christmas too. But what is really happening to this country? It is going the way of Rome. That I will not celebrate this Christmas. Glad to read you are doing better, up and around, and maybe can post Coffee regularly now. We hope!
December 17, 2010 at 7:19 pm
Z&Me,
Last year I adopted a boy fr the holidays and on the list were mostly clothes. I bought the list then added a few toys. Kids need toys too-they are part of the magic.
The mornings are the worst for me so Coffee gets written later. I’ll try for both weekend days, but it’s the sitting which stops being fun quickly.
December 16, 2010 at 6:24 pm
So glad to hear that you are feeling better.
Our Christmas lists were a letter to Father Christmas. With quite some ceremony they were placed into the fireplace that heated the house and the ashes would float up the chimney for the jolly fat man ( not Big Rick) to read on Christmas Eve. This was supplemented, of course, by biscuits and a glass of milk. Our gifts were very symmetrical ..a stocking which usually included an orange, a puzzle book and nuts. We also received one gift from a parents.
It did seem in those days that we received gifts from many people and metal puzzles and initialed hankies seemed to be quite popular. Oh how I would have traded them for the Victor Annual
December 17, 2010 at 7:27 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I remember reading about putting the letters in the fire so they can float to Father Christmas. I sent mine by regular mail and never wondered how it got delivered. It was just one of those things you believed.
Our gifts were mostly toys. The stocking had crayons, a coloring book and a box of crayons. It also had quite a few surprises I loved my stocking.
December 16, 2010 at 7:25 pm
1. http://www.hellokittyzone.com/pink-hello-kitty-laptop/
2. http://exonome.com/fj/phkl/
Cheers
December 17, 2010 at 7:31 pm
Minicapt,
My laptop unceremoniously died. It was plain and didn’t have spot of pink. After seeing these, I’m thinking fur!
December 16, 2010 at 8:09 pm
Glad to hear that you are making progress in your recovery.
My favorite Christmas song, next to the ‘Christmas Song’ is ‘Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer’ by Elmo Shropshire & Patsy. If you haven’t heard this wonderful song, then you can hear it and find it and the story behind the song at this URL:
Great to have you back posting again.
December 17, 2010 at 7:33 pm
Bob,
Every time I heard this on the radio I got a great laugh. My mother hated this song and demanded I change stations.
I think she took it too personally.
December 18, 2010 at 10:38 am
This is the time of the year when suicides go up dramatically. We all need to step back, relax and not take the holiday season too seriously. This song does it for me and gives me a good chuckle. After all much of the Christmas story and the traditions we clebrate is really a myth. So let’s enjoy the time off, our family and keeping the economy growing by buying stuff that we don’t really need and don’t have room for in our homes.
December 17, 2010 at 7:17 am
so happy to hear you are feeling better, the best part of Christmas for me is the surprise. i delight in surprising my girls with things they forgot about long ago, and li’l things that they mentioned yesterday.
cards really make the season bright!
xoxoxoxoxoxxoxoox
December 17, 2010 at 7:37 pm
splendid
I too love finding surprises for my sisters stocking. Last year it was games they played as kids. I’m way behind this year so I’m still hunting out for surprises.
It is such fun watching them open their stockings.