Posted December 10, 2018 by katry
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“Santa Claus is anyone who loves another and seeks to make them happy; who gives himself by thought or word or deed in every gift that he bestows.”

Posted December 10, 2018 by katry
Categories: Musings

Today is colder than yesterday. The clouds seem close. I’m glad to be inside, and I’m happy I have no plans to go out. 

When Henry went out, I went on the deck for a minute or two. As I was going back inside, I noticed something at the bottom of the two steps below the back door. A closer look was a mistake. It was a flattened grey mouse. I don’t know whether it was coming or going before its demise. I kicked it off the deck. I wouldn’t have thought Henry responsible, but he was sniffing the spot where the mouse had recently been lying. Maybe it is the first mouse returned but he was dropped over a mile away so I doubt it. Maybe it was going to be the third mouse stopped by Henry before it could get into the house. Either way, it’s gone to its heavenly reward. 

Cross another item off the Christmas to do list. All the gifts are sorted into individual bags for each person. I was determined to finish, and I did. Today  marathon wrapping begins. 

When I was a kid, the only gifts under the tree before Christmas were from my parents, and they were always wrapped. We got to open one of them on Christmas Eve, my mother’s choice. It was always new pajamas. We whined, cajoled and begged to open different gifts, but that never happened. We were stuck with the pajamas. We were ungrateful whelps. 

Santa’s gifts were never wrapped. They were grouped by kid around the tree. I remember one year it was my brother on the left, then me then each of my sisters. Our stockings were hung on the bannister. I can remember going downstairs and getting my first look at the tree surrounded by presents. It was always jaw dropping and pretty much stopped us in our tracks. In my memory drawer is one of those first looks. I remember pink doll furniture in the front, the bed covered in doll clothes. They were for my Ginny doll. I can still see the game of Sorry leaning on a doll cupboard. Books were on the floor in front. I don’t know why that one Christmas is what I remember the most because every first look on Christmas morning was just as spectacular. Santa was amazing.

It May Be Winter Outside (But in My Heart It’s Spring): Felice Taylor

Posted December 9, 2018 by katry
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Christmas Shopping: Buck Owens & His Buckaroos

Posted December 9, 2018 by katry
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Christmas Wrapping: The Waitresses

Posted December 9, 2018 by katry
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An Old Christmas Card: Ray Smith

Posted December 9, 2018 by katry
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Posted December 9, 2018 by katry
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“Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance—each beautiful, unique, and gone too soon.”

Posted December 9, 2018 by katry
Categories: Musings

Winter has settled in well before its official start. Today is cold again, down to 30˚. Yesterday’s blue sky has been replaced by clouds, but my grandmother would say no weather is predicted, meaning no rain or snow. She had a narrow view of weather. 

My to do list just got a bit smaller. I chose the cookies I’ll be making this Christmas. I even made out the shopping list. I think, though, I’m just avoiding the guest room still piled with unorganized, unwrapped gifts. I’m starting to feel guilty as I really need to get those gifts to Colorado. I’m aiming for Tuesday. 

Last night I watched Krampus. I was trying to cut my sugar intake from all the Hallmark movies I’d been watching. Krampus is a demonic force who punishes those who have lost the Christmas spirit. He is helped by iconic Christmas symbols like gingerbread men and elves, all frightening creatures with sharp teeth. Today I’m back to Hallmark. 

My house has been attacked by dog hair disguised as dust. Clumps line the route from the couch to the hall to the kitchen and a second route up the stairs to the bedroom. I can never walk down the hall without stopping to pick up dust clumps. Brushing Henry doesn’t help all the much. I think it just stirs the fur to fall. 

When I was a kid, the Christmas tree was always lit. At night, it was the only light in the living room until my dad got home. He’d turn on the light which shined over his chair so he could read the paper and go through the mail. My mother always included the Christmas cards she’d open so he could see who sent them. 

My mother had a metal index card holder to keep track of addresses and Christmas cards sent and received. It was green with fir trees and stars. Some of the cards were a bit messy with changes of address written above the old address. My mother had a limit of two years of no cards received before she’d stop sending the cards, but my mother didn’t toss away the offender’s index card. She just moved it to the back just in case.

I am in no way as organized as my mother was. I have an old small cardboard box filled with return addresses, some in duplicate. I empty the box and write out cards then put the addresses back into the box. I’m thinking to organize by replacing all the return addresses with this year’s and marking them 2018. That makes me feel a little bit organized and accomplished.

Christmas Love: Rotary Connection

Posted December 8, 2018 by katry
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Okay, you’ve been listening to Christmas since Halloween, but every year I post Christmas songs, and I’m doing it again. It’s my prerogative. Today I’ll ease you in by posting some off beat music you might not know. After listening, you may be sorry I did.

Christmas Cha Cha Cha Cha: The Merry Macs

Posted December 8, 2018 by katry
Categories: Video