Today I want to think about happy things.
Christmas has always been a wonderful time for me.
All bright lights and the scent of pine and cinnamon and citrus in the air.
in the stockings, the bright look of happiness in the childrens eyes as
they open their beautifully wrapped gifts piled under the tree.
The smell of new plastic/rubber from the baby dolls Santa brought. The squeals, the laughter.
Mistletoe taped to the top of the doorframe or hung from the
chandalier. The silly Christmas sweaters. The crackling fire. The
Holiday movies- all the classics- It's a Wonderful Life, Christmas
Vacation, Christmas Story, White Chrsitmas, Elf, Miracle on 34th Street,
Home Alone, Charlie Brown Christmas, The Grinch Who Stole Christmas,
Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer, A Christmas Carol, Scrooged...the list
goes on and on.
Eggnog in the fridge, Christmas cake on
the kitchen counter, Fruit and nuts in a bowl on the buffet table, Wine
chilling in the fridge or on the counter next to the Christmas cake.
The Christmas Snow Village twinkling and glowing on the entrance table.
tinsel and shining ornaments on the tree.......sparkling from the
window for all that go by to see. Some of the ornaments full of
sentiment from Christmases gone by....some bright and shiny and new-
ready to soak up the Christmas spirit and making themselves special to
someone as time goes on. The hugs, the kisses, the smell of snow in the
Christmas carols....does anyone go Caroling
anymore? I used to go when I was young and went to church regularly and
it was lovely going house to house seeing the smiles at peoples houses
as they heard us and looked out their windows and then came to the door.
Sadly, they never had any figgy pudding, tho.
the "Twas The Night before Christmas" on Christmas Eve.....and the
production of putting out the plate of nibbles and cuppa hot chocolate
or glass of milk for Santa and a bag of carrots for the reindeer before
racing off to our beds.
The excitement of waking at 4AM
and trying to sneak into the living room to see if Santa had been or if
you had to go back to bed because he hadnt quite made it to your house
The glow of the Christmas lights from the tree as you peeked
carefully around the corner of the door and saw indeed- SANTA HAD
BEEN!!!! The squeals of happiness and running to your parents room to
wake them and tell them the joyous news of Santas arrival and hoping
that they would get up and not make you wait until the sun actually came
up to see what was in all those bright shiny packages so gayly wrapped
under the tree!
Grabbing the stockings and eating
chocolates and nuts and fruit for breakfast...the one day of the year
when our parents indulged us by letting us eat total rubbish for
Breakfast of we wanted. (I think it was because they had been up all
night putting toys together and wrapping gifts for under th tree and
probably hadnt benn in bed a half hour when WE woke up and saw Santa had
come and come to get them to open said gifts from "Santa" and were so
exhausted they didnt care what we ate that one meal of the year.)
you need to remember the good times. Every Precious Memory you can.
Bring it home. Write it down. Make memories. Do things you have never
done. Try things your loved ones want you to try- just to make them
happy- and make memories for them.
Be silly. Be happy. Be Loved.
at some point- y'all will be glad you have all those lovely memories to
look back on.
I know I am.