Here’s hoping you all had the Christmas you had envisioned.
I find it interesting, that while we are busy in our lives preparing for the wonderful Christmas Season, we keep a vision in our mind of how we want it to turn out.
I was always in favor of a hiccup or two, as those times are the ones for me that made the memory.
I don’t recall the “perfect” Christmas’ too well.
That envisioning starts at a very young age.
Santa is advertised everywhere– “MAKE your list!!”
Were you Naughty or Nice?
Being a young mom I always quite enjoyed being able to use that “reminder” .
I always went over the top. Looking back I remember looking at the huge array of Christmas presents carefully arranged. (Santa didn’t wrap at our house) I don’t recall one Christmas that I didn’t say… “it isn’t enough.”
*sigh* it was MORE than enough… I wonder if they even recall any one particular present that I oh so carefully planned.
When I was very young it was the same for me. My mind was always in a dither wondering if Santa would bring what I had hoped for or more important did he even get the letter I had written?
I probably was on the Naughty list more than most knew as I was the queen of unwrapping the gifts way before Christmas morning.
Still, I managed a very good look of surprise on the big day.
Looking back on so many Christmas’ there is one particular present that always stood out and apart.
Every year with out fail my sister’s and I would receive a wrapped present from my Uncle Kenneth.
Every year with out fail it would be a Book of Lifesaver’s.
I don’t suppose I gave it much thought, other than I knew what it was and I hoped that Wintergreen would not be the predominant flavor.
I’m disappointed that as a young child I was not aware of the magnitude of this gift.
My Uncle Kenneth was the oldest of 10 children; my father being the second to the youngest.
They were raised during the depression and dust bowls of Kansas. My Uncle Kenneth was the only one who could earn a wage back then… he was hired for 25 cents a day digging a ditch. On his wages this family lived.
He devoted his entire life to his elderly parents and helped to raised the younger children. They all grew up to marry and live very nice lives of being teachers and businessmen. My Uncle Kenneth never married or had children.
He remained living in Ransom Kansas taking care of his parents until they passed with very little income, yet every year his nieces in Pocatello, Idaho would not be forgotten on Christmas morning. He had many other nieces and nephews, who I suppose if I would ask them, that they too probably received the gift.
The story– the effort– the monetary sacrifice– but mostly the thought was the GIFT…
You are all such great gifts for me. The gifts of your time to stop by and say hi. The gift of your friendship. I am so thankful.
Enjoy the Beauty around you.
PS. Dont forget to visit Mary at Little Red House.
Since January 1st 2010 -- I have been celebrating finding Beauty in our every day lives. Stay in the Day... be in the moment. Don't wait to live your life.
Stop and make a habit to find the Beauty and you will be amazed at how Beautiful your life is. Be thankful and remember:
"When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change." Dyer