Christmas shouldn’t come with ‘humbugs’.

 

Photo: Lights by Taryn  (CC BY-SA 2.0)
Photo: Lights by Taryn (CC BY-SA 2.0)

 

As I settle in for Christmas I look at the gifts I’ve left to wrap. It’s a small bundle this year. And you know what? That’s okay.

I wandered through this season feeling a little disillusioned this year. Usually I love Christmas. But this year I must have stumbled into a grown up view of it. All I heard was concerns about budgets, how long it takes for Christmas baking, and how the store didn’t have the I-pad (whatever number it was) that their eight year old son wanted. I heard how much fuss it is to decorate, and about the fights, and how Christmas was just all too hard.

Sadly, this Christmas seems to have lost the joy.

I can’t wait to get back to my usual view of Christmas. Of lights and sparkles, of helping out neighbours, and families getting together to enjoy what they have. Of traditional Christmas carols resounding with hope. People joining in and working together, laughing, and speaking of memories. I can’t wait for Christmas to be resonant with, well Christmas again.

I don’t like this grown up view of Christmas. It’s depressing. “Bah-humbug.”

I think Dr Suess had it right, and I think most ‘humbug-grown-up’ people have forgotten.

“It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t thought before.
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought “doesn’t come from the store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

I hope that your Christmas is more than fights, hassles, and tears. I hope you find joy and hope and sparkles. I hope you find the Christmas in Christmas.

Have a very Merry Christmas, be safe, and enjoy those you love.

 

 

Endings

 

Photos wrapped in string
Photo: Memories by Megane Callewaert. CC BY 2.0

It’s not quite the end of all things, but it is the end of the year. And what a year it has been.

It’s the year I started this blog.

From humble beginnings of 3 followers, and lots of worry of what I should write, I made it through the year never missing a Wednesday posting. I’ve made a heap of new friends. Some who have connected on Twitter and/or Facebook. Some have become e-mail pen friends. It has been an amazing experience.

It’s also the year that I published my first book.

Shattered.

What a ride that has been. There is absolutely nothing more daunting than jumping in feet first and trying to market/promote a book when you’ve never done a single thing like it before in your life. But I’ve, again, met wonderful people along the way. ‘Indie’ authors who have no qualms or hesitations in giving advice and encouragement. I’ve experienced the wonder of readers who find me on Facebook to say ‘hi’ and tell me they’ve enjoyed reading Shattered. It’s been a rollercoaster of ‘wow, this is so amazing’ and ‘oh heck, what the dickens am I doing’. But it’s not been boring.Read More »

Sugar, Sugar, It’s Christmas Time.

For me Christmas time is the time for all the naughty sweets, lollies, candy, desserts and chocolates that I deny myself over the year.
But it’s Christmas. It doesn’t have to be the same old boring thing. There is just something about the season that gives you permission to go right out there.
You can be really creative, give it a festive flair, and just really really have some fun with it.

Here are a few things I’ve found that look like fun. Have I tried them yet? Ummmm…no, but that’s not to say that I never will.
Call it my wish list if you like.Read More »

Gift of Christmas

 

It’s December.

Now it is quite permissible to bring out Christmas goodies. Are you listening Marketing companies and Supermarkets?

December = Christmas.

Not the middle of November and certainly not the beginning of October.

 

Photo: Libby opens a present by Andy Eick. CC BY 2.0
Photo: Libby opens a present by Andy Eick. CC BY 2.0

I was talking to a Buddhist the other day about Christmas and asked how she worked around the bombardment of Christmas things. She said that as she was married to a Christian, she celebrated Christmas in her home. Her next statement surprised me. She said that as it is a festival for children, when her son is eighteen she doubts there will be a need to celebrate it.

Christmas, a festival for children?

I thought about it. Christmas certainly was exciting as a child. The build up. The counting down the days. The anticipation of presents. Being able to wear ‘fancy Christmas’ clothes to church. The huge family lunch that lingered into dinner. Screaming around the back yard and playing with my cousins and friends. It was fun and it was family. But was it for the children only?Read More »

Food, Glorious…Coffee?; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 10

Day 10 – Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory. Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.


Obviously I ate as a child. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. However food doesn’t inspire strong emotional memories. I don’t remember a particular treat and I don’t have a ‘favourite’ meal.

I have foods that I like and foods I wouldn’t touch again with a barge pole.
Then there’s chocolate, but that’s a whole other story.

Growing up in more tropic climates and living in ‘the land down under’ means that December is in summer.
No ‘White Christmas’ for this little black duck.
Christmas was seafood and stone fruits.
It didn’t start off that way. We always had the traditional English Christmas. Hot meats and stodgy puddings.
The year that my Grandma died, the family Christmas was held at our house and that was the first Christmas with the seafood, stone fruits, salads, cold cut meats, followed by ice cream, melons, custards and jellies for dessert.
The next year my Uncle and Aunt followed my mum’s lead and the next year the next round of Uncle and Aunts did the same, and the next year and the next year and the next….well, you get the drift.Read More »