Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Oh how quickly December is passing. There are still more gifts to be made, time enough though to do them and baking to be done and still a bit more decorating. I seem to decorate our bedroom last, every year. I suppose thinking, that if it doesn't get done, not too many folks will know. There are still flowers blooming in the garden. We have never had Angel Trumpets in bloom this late in the year but we certainly are enjoying them. The mistletoe in the tree tops are full of berries this year. We will cut a few and hang them for kissing in the doorway. How I love the dark mornings, I really do. I light the candles and enjoy a hearty
breakfast, watching the sky lighten and the sun rise as we talk of the days plans. We linger with that second cup of tea, enjoying the moment far too much to rush from the table. The simple life is not a rushed life, even if the "to do" list is long. There are no trips to the mall, or mad dashes to stores. Our Christmas lists are filled with old fashioned planning. Come to think of it, its been years since I have been shopping at a mall, I suspect the term, decade would suit just fine. I never did buy into this massive Christmas shopping idea anyway. A few well chosen gifts, that don't cost an arm and a leg is how we do it. Never could imagine going into debt for gift giving and I sure would hate to think that someone went into debt getting me something. Expensive gift giving for some folks is little more than a "look at me" type of thing. I said, some folks, not all. In the olden days, it was a simple gift that meant the most. But through time, we seem to have bought into the marketing schemes, hook, line and sinker and forgotten about being moderate when it comes to gift giving. I look back on old family photos and wonder how things have changed so much.
Christmas, @ 1944 for a large family
Sunday, December 06, 2015
Despite the fact that we no longer have children at home, we still put out wooden shoes on St Nicholas eve, hoping to find treats in them in the morning, provided we were good all year long ! We decided to each use one of Emery's wooden shoes, after all they are pretty big ! I must admit to looking through old photos and finding one of all the children's wooden shoes lined up waiting to be filled and feeling a bit sad that those days are gone, as if they didn't last long enough for us. Time passes by so quickly. How grateful I am for the grandblessings to daily remind us of the joy and preciousness of childhood.
We have so many friends that have gotten older and no longer enjoy the holidays, no longer decorate or care to remember the delight in picking out that special gift or seeing packages under the tree, even if they are just for one and you had to buy them yourself. We all deserve to have fun and experience delight and the simple joy of looking at a decorated tree. I still love finding a stocking filled with goodies on Christmas morning, even if I did purchase half of what is in there LOL. Just because we have aged, and felt loss or pain, there is still plenty of reasons in life to have fun and keep awake those feelings we had as children during the Christmas season. Treat yourself with love and never loose that sense of joy and delight that comes from making your holiday bright.
Friday, December 04, 2015
The news is so horrible these days. Fear can grip you and squeeze you to the core, when you hear about all these shootings, so totally random. You can find yourself wondering if you should go here or there. No place seems beyond the reach of hatred. When I start to think about all this, I tend to step back a bit further into our quiet life and be an ostrich for a while, completely happy to have my head in the sand for a bit. To reaffirm in my mind that I was born a couple centuries too late. To yearn for a quieter time, to mourn for the olden days when we had not even heard of the terms we use so often today on the news and social media. This morning I had breakfast by candle light, as if to chase away the modern world. I had my oatmeal in a pewter porringer, old and worn as if I could mingle the oatmeal with history. We all need a respite from the insanity that rages around us. I am reminded of the verse I love so well, Psalm 91:4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
We all need a time of being under His wings.
Thursday, December 03, 2015
Christmas time is my favorite time of the year. It wakens that inner child in me. There is excitement as we head out to get the tree and decorate it. On the first day the tree is decorated, we light the candles that sit on the branches in their sparkling silver holders. The house is filled with the scent of pine and spices from the garlands of apples tossed in cinnamon and from the oranges, poked with cloves.
The chill in the air invigorates me and has me going at top speed as I work on all the presents for Christmas. We never have bought into the materialistic side of Christmas, but have always kept it simple. Never spending large amounts for a gift or supplies to make a gift. This year I have opted to make almost every gift we give. I like the idea that the entire time I work on the gift, I can think and pray for the person I am making it for. Perhaps that "Little House on The Prairie" episode where everyone was so busy making gifts for Christmas had a big impact on me. Maybe, I am just old fashioned.
The holidays should not be about spending more than we can afford, or even for feeding into all the "wants" of our children and grandchildren. Its about so much more and that seems to be getting lost in the black Fridays, the cyber Mondays etc. Keeping it simple, keeps us far less stressed.
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