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the spirit of Christmas

I got an email this morning about listening to Christmas music, and geographical facts about the North Pole, and finally, how “Santa’s house at the North Pole is allegedly in Alaska just off Route 2″…
(In the immortal words of Deadpool, “What in the ass?”)
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So this got me thinking about Santa and his reindeer and the elves…
Which in turn got me thinking about the Christmas spirit…
And here’s what I wrote in response…

Santa doesn’t live in Alaska! He’s not American! He’s of no nationality! He’s just Santa. (Yes I know the origins of his story, but we’re discounting those for the sake of this conversation!)
I know you’re getting all technical about the North Pole…but I believe Santa’s home and workshop are…well…a load of crap if you want the truth.
(It actually surprised me when I wrote those words!!)
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I truly love the idea of Santa.
Santa is the spirit of Christmas! The spirit of giving and love and well, even hope. Because some folks who don’t really dig the baby Jesus do dig Santa. Anyway…it’s fun to think of workshops and elves and the like. But I sort of feel like we all carry the spirit of Christmas in us…that we each have a little bit of Santa in us.
I don’t know…

I remember when Thing 1 asked me about Santa, she was eleven and in 6th grade.
She asked if I was Santa.
I asked her what she thought.
She said, “I think you’re Santa.”
I told her about Santa being the spirit of Christmas and giving, and love. I explained that I believed so strongly in Santa, the spirit of Santa…but that a fat man in a red suit didn’t bring the presents into this house.
She paused for a moment, and she said, “I’m going to believe in the spirit of Santa too, Mommy. But I know who brings the presents into this house.”
And then we hugged for a long time.
I made her promise not to tell Thing 2 and we went along our way.

The spirit of Christmas is what I love above all else.
Do I believe that the world waited for a light to enter? Absolutely!
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Was that light really a little Jewish baby called Joshua (later mistranslated to Jesus)? I honestly don’t know. But I love the idea that a baby could create that much hope. That much love. That much light.

So, maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with the baby Jesus at all…(though how could it not?)
Maybe the spirit of Christmas really is just love and hope and light.
Maybe the spirit of Christmas is simply the idea of Santa Claus bringing these gifts.
Gifts chosen by someone who loves you so much that they work hard to make sure you have the right thing, beautifully wrapped so you know how much you are loved. So you know how much love and light and hope is in the world because someone loves you.
Anyway…that’s what Christmas is to me…for the most part.

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Robynbird’s ‘must see’ Christmas movies

I’ve made the list of Christmas movies that I simply must watch. I’ve already watched White Christmas once, on my ipad in the bathtub…but I’ll be watching it again. Most likely while I wrap pressies. (I did…also watched Love Actually while I was wrapping.)
Christmas movies are the best!
At least I think so.
Of course, that could simply be because I’m a bit of a whore for Christmas…
There will be obvious holiday movies missing fromt this list. But remember, it’s not comprehensive, it’s my list of movies I love to watch at Christmas time.

Anyway, here are my ‘must see’ Christmas flicks.
(in no particular order)
Please watch responsibly.

White Christmas 1954
Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney
The music, the dancing, the schmaltzy story…what’s not to love?

How The Grinch Stole Christmas 1966
I’m talking about the cartoon version here, y’all!
There is absolutely nothing about this that I don’t love!
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Love Actually 2003
Too many English actors to bother naming, but in the words of Julianne Moore, “Just a s**t ton of famous people.” up in Love Actually.
Now I’ve written about this movie before. I watch it each year at Christmas time, therefore it must be on the list.
The relationship between Sam and his step-dad, Daniel is my favorite of the whole movie.

The Holiday 2006
YBW always says, “Isn’t that the ‘gumption’ movie?”
Yes, yes it is.
Eli Wallach as Arthur warms my heart. He knows that Iris needs a little gumption in her world. And as much as she helps him, he helps her. They are my favorite relationship in this film. I absolutely adore Kate Winslet. Cameron Diaz and Jude Law are cuter together than one might imagine. And Jack Black is precious as Miles!

The story is predictable, but I love it anyway.
Arthur is a doodley doo.

Die Hard 1988
Bruce Willis and Alan Rickman (God rest him)
Yes, Die Hard is a Christmas movie.

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Yes I love it.
Yippee ki yay, mother f**ker.

A Christmas Carol 1999
Patrick Stewart, Richard E Grant, and (the beloved) Joel Gray.
This is the only version I watch. I love that it’s depressing as hell yet hopeful all at the same time.
When Scrooge is thrilled to find he’s awake and alive on Christmas morning and begins to laugh is absolute perfection!

Miracle on 34th Street 1947
Maureen O’Hara, Johny Payne, Edmund Gwenn, and teeny Natalie Wood
This is my favorite Christmas movie since I was a little girl.
I especially love when Susan teaches Kris how to blow bubbles!

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There comes a point in every person’s life when they doubt their beliefs. Even in something we know isn’t exactly real, like Santa Claus.
But here’s what’s up. The spirit of Santa is real enough. Never ever forget that. Always believe!

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wrapping pressies

Surely, you know of my mad wrapping skills!?!
I began the wrapping of the pressies this weekend.
I took everything out of the hidey closet and all the way downstairs Friday when I got home from school.
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It’s weird how that damn sofa always photographs taupey when it’s the most gorgeous soft gray color…but I digress.
I hauled everything down two flights of stairs and got to work. Friday afternoon, I wrapped the gifts the boys chose for YBW first so they’d already be finished when he got home.
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After I finished YBW’s gifts, I wrapped everything for the boys. That way, when the come back home from their mother’s house on Friday, they’ll be able to go downstairs even if I’m not finished wrapping.

I was dying to break out the new paper Thing 2 and I bought at Target so I decided to wrap a pressie I bought myself.
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So much freaking glitter in this paper! My hands, leggings, and the floor were covered. I had it all over my face and in my hair. Good golly did it make my nose itch!

Today I wrapped for Thing 1 and her husband N. Tomorrow I’ll wrap Thing 2’s gifts. I want to get them to the post office the end of this week just in case of any shipping delays.

Here’s what I’ve wrapped so far…so much more to go.
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I love to wrap gifts as much as I love to do laundry. It was pointed out to me that they’re similar tasks. I agreed and remarked that the stimulate my OCD in the same way.
Nothing quite as satisfying as perfectly folded laundry still warm from the dryer.
Nothing quite as pretty as a perfectly wrapped pressie.
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I’m TOTALLY the happy elf, y’all!

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you know, deck them halls and all that stuff

No, no. I mean ‘Jingle Bells.’ You know, deck them halls and all that stuff?
No, no. You don’t get it at all. I mean ‘Jingle Bells.’ You know, Santa Claus and ho-ho-ho, and mistletoe and presents to pretty girls.

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all the little hep-cats jump for joy

A little Brian Setzer to start our morning.
Dig That Crazy Santa Claus
Please listen responsibly.

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all my baby Jesuses

There are twelve nativities in this house right now.
Yeah, y’all read that right…twelve.
No shame in my baby Jesus loving game.

There are three in the dining room.
This one came in the boxes of things that were my mother’s. This isn’t the nativity I remember growing up…but I love that it’s lighted.
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I found this one in Mexico in 2002. I was obsessed with finding the perfect dark skinned people nativity after coming across one that was damaged. For many years this was my most precious nativity.
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I loved the shape of this one I found on clearance after Christmas at Target the first year I lived here in this house. I don’t normally like the ones that are just the Holy Family and the wise men, but something about these spoke to me. I like that Mary is holding the baby. What I don’t like is that they have sparkles on them that get absolutely everywhere!
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In our front room, there are two.
I found this one a couple weeks ago with Thing 2. The same day we found those adorable little Dr Seuss looking trees. I like that Mary is holding the baby while riding the donkey…they had to get back home somehow, right?
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This beautiful set belonged to YBW’s mom, it was made for her by very dear friends. Last year, little D decide my ponies needed to go see the baby Jesus too. He and his folks came for dinner and we were just hanging out and little D was pretty quiet. So I asked him what he was doing, he came running into the room and grabbed my hand and said, “I show you!”
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There are four in the living room at the back of the house.
On the mantle above the fireplace, there is my precious Willow Tree nativity. A gift from YBW two Christmases ago. I love that Mary is holding the baby.
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On the unit that holds all the media equipment there are three small nativities.
This one was made in Ecuador. I found it in this precious little fair trade shop in Old Town called Scatter Seeds.
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Snow in Jerusalem? I think not. But I love this nativity snow globe. I’m not sure where it came from, I think it was already in YBW’s collection when I got here. Joseph looks like he’s one of the Bee Gees…but that’s OK.
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I found little one made of drift wood at the beach I think…or maybe at World Market? I don’t know…I just know it spoke to the beachcomber and nativity lover in me.
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Downstairs, there are three.

I remember this Mary and the baby from when I was a little girl. She’s made of some sort of stiffened fabric painted gold. She’s not weighted, so getting her to stand up properly takes a bit of finagling. She’s all that’s left of a set…I remember one of the wise men was the last to bite the dust. It’s very precious to me to have this one. Just the baby and his mother. And it belonged to my mother.
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I bought this one at Target to take to the classroom. Only I never did. And that’s OK too.
Made of wood and painted in bright colors, I find it very sweet. I especially love that there are two angels in this set.
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And lastly, this creche was a gift from my mom the first Christmas I was married. (about 175 years ago) I had an accident with it one day, years ago. As I removed the creche from the box, the small box of people and animals fell to the brick hearth and shattered Mary into a zillion pieces. I sat and cried. She had the most serene face.
Desperate, I bought a replacement set, they’re not as lovely as the original, but the baby needed a momma.
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When I began writing this post, I reported the number of nativities to YBW. Together, we wondered when there might ever be too many nativities in our house. He decided that the number wouldn’t matter. That we’d have too many when we ran out of places to put them and began putting them in the bathrooms. That’s when we’d have too many.
This amused me. It’s so very YBW…but actually, I think he’s right!

Soon I’ll head to the Cathedral to see the creche exhibit and be surrounded by even more baby Jesuses!
Oh, Christmas! It’s truly the most wonderful time of the year!

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Santa bring my baby back to me.

I don’t think about it any more than I have to.
I’ve only written about it once.
I heard a song today that made it all come crashing back.

I realize I have only flashes. Only moments. I have no full memories of that time.
I remember Thing 1 begging for help.
I remember being in the ER at Richland.
I remember going to Palmetto Baptist and being separated from her.
I remember saying goodbye and leaving her there. I held her close and told her how brave she was.
I remember falling to my knees in tears on Taylor Street before I could even make it to my car.
I remember explaining to Thing 2 where her sister was.
I remember leaving work early every day to be home in time for Thing 2 to get off the bus so she wouldn’t come home to an empty house.
I remember how painful it was to visit the hospital or talk with Thing 1 on the phone.
I remember singing ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ with Thing 2. So hopeful she’d be well enough to come home to us for Christmas.
I remember ‘Santa Bring My Baby Back to Me’ having an entirely new meaning that Christmas.

The pain of that time was excruciating. The healing process even more so.
I don’t intentionally ignore the fact of it. I just don’t choose to get up to my ass in it. Sometimes it sneaks up on me and I don’t have a choice but to feel it. Today was one of those days.
Leaving my suicidal first born in the mental health hospital was one of the absolute worst experiences for my family.
All I wanted for Christmas was my child to come home. And she did. And it was awful.
We lived through it.
We came out the other side irrevocably changed.

When I heard the My Chemical Romance version of All I Want for Christmas is You this afternoon, I was up to my ass in what it felt like that Christmas six years ago.

As I write this, I am filled with love. The love of a mother who nearly lost not just one, but both of her babies. That love is precious. That love is sacred. Those girls are my heart. And that means I have all I want for Christmas.

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it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas up in here!
And I couldn’t be happier!

This is the tree in our living room at the back of the house, where we spend the most time each day.
I’ll put YBW’s and my pressies under this tree for us to open Christmas morning.
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Pencil tree in the basement. I’ll be enjoying this as I wrap pressies and watch Christmas movies!
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The big tree in the front room will go up when the boys come home this weekend. Their pressies will go under this tree to be opened Christmas Eve before they leave for their mother’s house.

Thing 2 and I found these trees when we were out one afternoon and I absolutely could not resist them! The kind of remind me of Dr Seuss trees. I just hope the Grinch doesn’t show up and stuff them up the chimney!
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I absolutely adore Christmas kissing balls!
Traditional kissing ball painted with mistletoe.
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YBW found this ball of cotton when we were in Savannah, and we knew it would be a new kissing ball. It took me a bit to find the perfect ribbon to make the bow, but it turned out perfectly. When anyone walks into our house, it’ll be there waiting…and let me assure you, I’ll be right there under it, waiting for my kisses.
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All the baby Jesuses are out…but you’ll have to wait to see them.
Oh how I love Christmas! I can’t wait to start wrapping pressies!

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the sound of silence

Sssshhhhh.
Listen.
Do you hear that?

It’s silence.

There is nobody in our home but YBW and me.

All the Whos down in Whoville, the tall and the small, have gone to their other homes.

Thing C and Thing G yesterday, to their mother’s.
We just took Thing 1 and fiance N to the airport. They will go to his mother’s to grab their things and move to their new home this week.
(Thing 2 and boyfriend D left last Sunday in order to spend NYE with their friends.)

YBW told me several times that this was “the best Christmas ever”. I couldn’t agree more! All our babies at home together was truly a Christmas blessing!

That said, I’m honestly happy to be alone in our home. That many people for that long just about wore me out.
Now, what will most likely happen is I’ll enjoy the quiet for about three or four days and then I’ll miss my girls.
(The boys will come back Friday.)

But for now, I’m happy to be at home enjoying the sound of silence with my love.
We’ve already decided not to leave the house tomorrow. I’m going to suggest a bath for two, perhaps a bit of love making, and some serious lounging on the sofa time.

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how ‘charm’ing

This gift was hidden in the branches of the Christmas tree.
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YBW is quite pleased with himself for surprising me with it.

I expressed that just because I wrote about it didn’t mean he was supposed to get it.
He replied that he didn’t like that there wasn’t a surprise for me and the charm fixed that.

I worried for a while about it.
That doesn’t mean I’m not excited by or unappreciative of the gift! I adore it! And it was a lovely surprise.

I worried about whether or not it seemed passive aggressive. Did he think that I wrote about it as a way to get him to purchase it for me?
That’s not my style.
I know he knows that, but I did have concerns.

I know what motivates me.
I didn’t write about that charm to manipulate my husband into purchasing it.
He didn’t purchase it because I wrote about it.

I guess I should let it go…
I have this precious charm to add to my bracelet. We’ll be making a trip over to Tiffany’s after Thing 1 and fiance N leave.

Nothing bad comes in a little blue box and I have the sweetest man who knows that.

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