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Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
My Scrooge List
I can honestly say that this year has been one of the best
Christmas Seasons I have had in a very long time. They get better and better each year. Earlier I posted about my favorite Christmas
things and a great memory. Today, for
giggles and grins, here is my scrooge list.
Please note – I am home, having a nice day, in a good mood and quite
happy. Just wanted to let you know what
makes me a scrooge - so you don’t do it!
Christmas songs I detest: “Feliz Navadid”, “Christmas
Shoes”, and that Charlie Brown instrumental.
The radio will be turned off in a flash when these songs come on. You have been warned.
I do not give or receive fruit cake – ever. Not even as a white elephant gift.
If I am standing under the mistletoe and my husband does not
kiss me. Sigh …
I do not enjoy tacky Christmas lights – I may not go all
scrooge on you, but I will not be smiling.
That’s it. The list
is very short. Therefore, my scroogeness
will be in short supply.
Hoping you are enjoying this wonderful season, spending time
with family and friends.
Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Christmas Memories
Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Santa Claus: in our house – we
believed! And the joy and happiness from
believing in these beings have made for the best memories in our family. By the time a child is old enough to
comprehend that there is a guy named Santa, who lives at the North Pole, makes
toys, employs elves, drives a sleigh powered by reindeer and works really,
really hard one night a week – that kid is around three-years-old. When the same kid figures out that this is
not a practical, believable, method of gift delivery, the child is seven or eight-years-old. The magical number of years for a child to
believe is four to five. That is a very
short time in the life of a child. For
some kids, who are very sick, it is even shorter.
One of my best memories was the Christmas of 1975. My mother had delivered my baby sister on
Dec. 20th. Back then, you
stayed in the hospital for many days. My
mom was scheduled to come home on Christmas Day. Well, for a five-year-old, this was not good
news. My dad and older brother informed
me that Santa would be delayed in bringing me my presents. Dad had put in a special call to the North
Pole to explain the situation. Santa
would not be coming Christmas Eve. (FYI:
in my selfish five-year-old heart, I was already mad at my sister who I had not
even met yet!) Sure enough, Christmas
morning came and I awoke to nothing under the tree. My brother though, who was 15 at the time,
was going about in such a way to let me know that something exciting was about
to happen. The phone rang. I was told Santa was on the phone! He would be at my house in 20 minutes! I needed to go to my room and wait! People – this was so much better than the
Christmas Eve routine. I would be awake
when Santa came! I WAS EXCITED. Five minutes later, I heard something outside;
strange sounds, feet maybe and some bells.
A few minutes later, there were noises coming from the family room - but
no voices. After what seemed like
forever, my brother came and told me I could come out of my room. Santa was gone and my presents were waiting
for me. I ran down the hall, into the
family room and there sat my mom on the couch and a white bassinet was in the
middle of the room. Inside the bassinet was
my baby sister. My presents were under
the tree but I did not pay attention to them.
I was totally taken with the dark-headed little bundle of sibling that
had arrived with Santa.
As an adult, when I think back to that Christmas, I realize
and understand all the work that my parents, my brother and the neighbors put
into making that morning special for me.
Guess what – it totally worked! I
am grateful they did it. I would not trade
those memories for anything. I only got
a few more magical Christmas mornings before I figured it all out but I kept
the secret of Santa for my sister. In
doing so, I realized how much fun it was to be Santa. And I am grateful my brother kept it for
me. Thanks big bro! (By the way, Mom, I want to know the other
people involved in helping make that morning special.)
In all the jobs of parenthood, being Mrs. Claus, the Easter
Bunny and the Tooth Fairy have been my favorite. Alas, I must admit now though that I did not
do my job as the tooth fairy one time with my daughter. She was upset and very confused when she awoke
in the morning and discovered her tooth was under her pillow. Oh, you should have heard the story I told
her as an explanation. (The tooth fairy
came the next night with extra money!)
And last week, my son lost a tooth.
His dad handed him cash on the spot – that was easy.
During this time of year, my kids still hear me say that
Mrs. Claus needs to go shopping. They
know I am going to buy gifts for them.
They smile really big, give me a hug, ask no questions and tell me to
have a good time. There are no more cookies for Santa and
carrots for the reindeer. My children
protect the secret of Santa. More
importantly, they do for others when possible, share the love of Jesus and know
what is most important about this time of year.
Being with family, those we love, and remembering that God sent His Son
to earth as a baby, to become a man, die on the cross for our sins, be
resurrected, so that we can have eternal life - Amen!
I have many friends who do not do the magical figures and I
want you to know that I respect your decision.
Each family knows what is right for them. If you are curious though about how my
husband and I had the ‘talk’ with our kids about Santa, Tooth Fairy and the
Easter Bunny, I will be happy to tell you in person. It would be too complicated to write
about. It went very well for both of
them. Neither of them felt betrayed,
lied too, conned, suckered, or any other negative adjective you might associate
with the reveal. Now they keep the
secret and have fun with it with their younger friends and family.
What is your favorite Christmas memory? Does your family incorporate Santa into
Christmas?
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Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Christmas Favorites
Here are my favorites
Christmas Songs:
“Carol of the Bells” – any version will do; “White Christmas” by Bing
Crosby; “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” by Bruce Springsteen; “Tennessee
Christmas” by Amy Grant
Christmas Movies: “The Santa Clause Series” with Tim Allen;
“A Christmas Carol”
Christmas Events: “Magical Night of Lights at Lake Lanier”; “Stone
Mountain Christmas”; “Enchanted Garden of Lights at Rock City” - I really want to go this year!
Family Favorite Tradition:
We pick a night, get in our comfy clothes, grab some snacks and drinks
and drive around the city looking at all the Christmas lights. We have our favorite houses and
neighborhoods. We sing songs in the car
and have a great time.
Favorite commercial:
By Hershey’s kisses – the one where the kisses play “We wish you a Merry
Christmas”. That one never gets old for
me. When I was a little girl, I
remember a commercial for a men’s razor that turned into a sleigh and had a
snowman on it – I thought that one was so much fun.
I love being Mrs. Claus!
Even though the kids have known and understood the spirit of Santa for
several years now, me and Mr. Claus still go out together and have a great time
shopping, wrapping and giving the kids and family their gifts.
Being with family and friends is the ultimate! I love all the get-togethers and parties.
On the other side, there is one song at Christmas time that
I loathe. My husband and kids LOVE it
when it comes on the radio – they enjoy watching how fast I try to change the
channel. I, on the other hand, drive
them bananas by singing, “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas”. Let the laughs begin – or not…
Coming soon … my favorite Christmas memories.
What are your favorite movies, songs or events you enjoy
every year?
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