Christmas is a time we remember everything we have ever loved in our life. In some way, many of you have touched me in some way, and however small, I am changed by it. I pray that the coming year will find you blessed with health and contentment, enlightened by wisdom that comes with age and filled with the energy to nurture the relationships you have established with those you love.
This year was one of playing catch up on things that were put off from everything being shut down, only to open, only to shut once again. I have lost people to COVID and when I think of that, it moves me to cut out all the meaningless nonsense about possessions and accomplishments and just write from the heart, letting people know how much they mean to me.
Yes. I love my little angel made by one of my kids. Handmade Christmas is my favorite. Happiness is homemade. Truly.
Some people have told me that Christmas just is not the same as when they grew up. You think the spirit of Christmas has died a slow death? No, never! It is only your perceived expectations. You should keep Christmas safe for the next generation and the next. It's not about the gifts, but, the spirit of Christmas. It is affordable.
I say that some good old seasonal voluntary work or helping out in a homeless shelter, maybe getting involved with one of the numerous Santa Runs is in order. I can feel the warm and fuzzy of this joyful season - and maybe it can also help somebody else recapture the magic of Christmas. It's heartfelt.
The Christmas countdown is making good time. Officially, there are 2 days, 23 hours, 16 minutes, and 12 seconds. I give you the Christmas countdown and one Christmas photo.
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion... love actually is all around.
"Love Actually"
Christmas brings the musing out in me. So many beautiful memories. A lifetime of happiness and joy in my world. And as is always, there must be a flower to color my world. And just like that, this post is done! Come back tomorrow and we will do it again!
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare
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