Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas: Judy Garland

Posted December 16, 2022 by katry
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Felix Cannot Dance: Kwan Pa

Posted December 16, 2022 by katry
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Posted December 16, 2022 by katry
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“Every Christmas, all around Ghana, there are tons of these parties and they are full of everything that exists in human life in Ghana and worldwide.”

Posted December 16, 2022 by katry
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Today is warm but ugly, rainy and now windy. The dogs are sleeping on the couch, one on each side of me. I have to go out this afternoon as I have PT. Tomorrow I have an appointment with the surgeon at 8 o’clock. I hate it, too many finger events.

The first year I was in Ghana and Christmas was approaching I was a bit sad. It was my first Christmas away from home. The decorations from my mother helped, but I still missed being there until one night still bright in my memory drawer. I was lying in bed under my scratchy blanket. It was cold, harmattan cold. The night air was clear. The stars were so many everything seemed to shine. All of sudden I heard a boy singing We Three Kings. I didn’t know where he was. I figured he was in one of the compounds close to my school, and the night air was carrying his voice to me. He sang every stanza. He brought Christmas to me.

I remember the impromptu Christmas party that year. Some Peace Corps volunteers were in town waiting to travel north so I invited them to my house, to my house in Bolga. Patrick, another volunteer in my town, and I went to the bar at the Hotel d’Bull. We begged for beer, for Star Beer. We had to promise to bring back every bottle. Bottles were precious. I made sugar cookies for the first time. My mother had sent a few cookie cutters. The cookies actually tasted good. I was a bit surprised. As per Peace Corps custom, the volunteers brought food or gave money as you never showed up empty handed to another volunteer’s house. They also contributed to the beer fund. We sang Christmas carols. I remember someone saying just don’t sing “I’ll be home for Christmas.”

Later in the evening, we went outside behind the wall of my house and sat and talked. Stars filled the sky. A couple of falling stars made the evening almost magical.

The next morning I found a 20 pesewa coin in the tiny stocking my mother had sent which I had hung on the wall. Back then 20 pesewas, about 20 cents, could buy bananas and oranges and even a taxi ride around Accra. It was a wonderful surprise present.

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George Bailey: Carolyn Sills

Posted December 15, 2022 by katry
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Nothing Rhymes with Christmas: Ana Gasteyer

Posted December 15, 2022 by katry
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Everybody Loves Christmas: Eddie Money & Ronnie Spector

Posted December 15, 2022 by katry
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Pretty Paper: Roy Orbison

Posted December 15, 2022 by katry
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“Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.”

Posted December 15, 2022 by katry
Categories: Musings

This morning has been busy. I went to Hyannis for a medical procedure then did a bit of shopping then went to the clinic. I am now in my cozies. Happy me!

The day was dark with ominous clouds when I left. It was spitting rain as my mother would have said. Many trees still had dead leaves on the lower branches. Their upper branches were bare silhouettes against the sky. As I was driving home, I got to thinking about the feeling of the day. It is a perfect start for a fairy tale, a grim one with witches and gnomes who live in the dark forest. Proceed with caution.

A bit ago the sun made an attempt to emerge from the clouds. The sky got brighter but the sun stayed behind, and that’s where the weather stands now. It is warmish at 45°, but there is a wind advisory. I don’t care. I’m staying inside warm and happy. I’ll continue decorating, and I have a couple of crafts I want to do. I also have a gingerbread house needing construction.

My house is beginning to look a bit like Christmas. I brought up my pine cone tree from the cellar and intertwined lights and a pine swag across the mantel. I hung the Christmas cards on twine with small clothespins just as my mother had done when we were young. I brought up the old nativity set. I haven’t placed it yet has it has to be where Nala can’t get it. Today I bought a few things at Rings including a couple of Christmas cards with a Cape theme; however, there is only one left. I did find pieces of the missing card.

When I was a kid, I loved everything Christmas. I loved decorating cookies and making ornaments. I read a Christmas Carol and watched the movie every single year. I followed along with the dialogue. Even now I still watch the movie and still follow along with the dialogue. Our tree had huge colored bulbs. They were beautiful. They also got really hot to the touch. We always had a real tree. Its aroma filled the living room. My sisters and I still get real trees. I can’t imagine having an artificial tree. Maybe when I’m old.