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Christmas is forever, not for just one day, for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf. The good you do for other’s is good you do for yourself. Unknown
Our phones have not been able to connect to my blog for a little over a week. I noticed it when I went to show a friend from Toastmaster the book I was recommending a week ago.
I was worried other people were being kept out too. My friend could get on it, my kids could get on it. My husband could get on it about two days before I could. An update on our Samsung phones looks like it created the problem, and a second update fixed it but it took a couple of days after the second update before voila my blog appeared. Another thing to be grateful for.
I am thankful. Yesterday was the Christmas social at my writer’s group. I was able to click on my blog when someone wanted to see it.
Soon we’ll get the Christmas tree. We get a real one. Growing up we had Christmas trees that were destined to be sixty feet tall. The branches were far apart with short needles, Charlie Brown Christmas trees. Now we have an array of trees to choose from Balsam Fir, Scotts Pine, Fraser Fir, White Pine, Colorado Blue Spruce, Serbian Spruce, and Douglas Fir. They are beautiful trees that have been farmed and groomed to be Christmas trees.
It isn’t your tree that makes Christmas, it is everything else. I remember fondly as a child going to Christmas Concerts, in Churches, our town put on a Christmas party for the kids where we usually saw a movie, and we also had one at our one-room schoolhouse that was converted to a Community Centre/Hall. Singing Christmas carols, eating food the ladies prepared, and the obligatory Santa. Walking outside the snow crunched as we walked, and the houses with their bright lights and chimney smoke looked like Christmas cards. When my older sisters and their families came home we had big fun family gatherings, with Aunts and Uncles.
My dad, uncles, and brother in law would play instruments and sing. All these memories of happy times I’m grateful for. Those years didn’t last long. We grow up, life changes, but the memories remain. We learned the importance of making Christmas. Christmas doesn’t just happen. Christmas is a lot of work to create the ambiance, the activities, and the food. It seems like magic but it is organization, effort, and sacrifice.
We see the joy on people’s faces as they donate toys to charity. Toys they will never see played with. A lady was beaming on TV she started buying pajamas for women and children in shelters. Each year she has more and more shelters she provides pajamas for. She remembers how every year she got a new pair of flannelette pajamas for Christmas. She wants to give that to others. This is her Christmas she says, how lovely, how meaningful, how thoughtful.
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love. Hamilton Wright Mabie
We need to make new traditions as old traditions end. Friends and I are going down to the Christmas market. I’ve never been, I’m looking forward to it. Maybe it will become a tradition.
This is the first year my daughter won’t be here for Christmas dinner. She has started her own family. We have a Christmas breakfast tradition. She and her husband will be with us for breakfast and then at his parent’s for dinner. Friends who have had Christmas with us for years will come for breakfast, but probably not stay for dinner, a movie, then pie and ice-cream.
When I spoke to our friend she thought they would come later for dinner. I told her to come for breakfast because that is when we would all be together. We may have a very small group for dinner.
Life evolves. We need to adjust and make the best of it. Our little girl isn’t a little girl anymore. We wouldn’t want her to be. We are happy to see her building her own life, her own traditions.
There is so much to be grateful for. My cup runneth over. We have a happy change in our life this year. Friends have different changes, the place at the table is empty for the first time, or it is still empty. New traditions are forced on them.
We need to enjoy the present. We don’t know what the future holds. Talk and laugh and enjoy each other. We never know when it will be the last time. If we make the best of what we have while we have them, we have fewer regrets. This makes it easier a friend tells me.
Enjoy this happy season or just get through it if that’s your situation. We can do for our families or do for people outside our families. It is doing that makes Christmas. What can we do to make this a better Christmas for someone?
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of youth, and transport the travelor back to his own fireside and quiet home! Charles Dickens
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