A Child's Letter to Santa- Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window they play
Your blankets snug around you,
Into sleep you drift away.
I bend to gently kiss you, when I see that on the floor
there's a letter, neatly written I wonder who its for.
A Gift of Love- He said "I want my Mama to take this with her so she don't ever forget me. I love my Mama so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But Daddy says she will need to be with my sister." I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet.
Confessions of a Holiday Fake- It all started with the tree. I never liked Charlie Brown's tree. I only liked Snoopy's. Blame it on years of inhaling evergreen-scented artificial snow fumes, but I find no Christmas inspiration in driving to a forest, which used to be my grocery store parking lot and haggling with a tattooed guy named Zeke, over a languishing live tree.
Controlling Chaos- As a child, we remember the holidays being a time of joy, excitement,
family and chaos. We still recall our Uncle Jim holding all of us kids
upside down so we could "walk" on the ceiling beams of his rustic
mountain home. Everyone was shuffling around busily preparing food in
the kitchen while it seemed like hundreds of children darted through
legs playing chase or trying to get back a favorite toy a cousin had
taken.
God Rest Ye Merry PokeMoms- Have some fun! Find some humor in the never ending search for
the ever popular toy of the season, whatever it may be this year!
Sing this to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen".
Homeless Over the Holidays- There on the curb, begging for a hand out, sat a man in his mid-thirties. Our age. The weather was beautiful, it was 70-some degrees and the sun was high in the sky. Yet this man had on a coat and a sweater and what appeared to be several layers of shirts. His face was sad looking, tattered from the harsh desert winds. All humility had left him, it was apparent. Beside him sat his teenage daughter, probably 15. She held a cardboard sign that said 'HOMELESS - PLEASE HELP - HUNGRY'.
Mom! Everybody Else Has Christmas Lights!- I love outdoor Christmas lights; on other people’s houses.
This is not a scientific study or anything, but it seems to me the grandest Christmas displays are by those who A) don’t have children; B) are grandparents; or C) are wealthy enough to not personally be the one standing on the ladder with lights draped like a tangled pageant banner.
My Holiday Calendar- You've probably seen the calendars Martha Stewart publishes. She graciously shares her schedule with us so we can all use it to help us plan our holidays.
So in the same spirit, I thought I'd go back to last year's calendar and share my schedule with you all.
Scapegoat Santa- Move over Lee Majors, there’s a new Fall Guy in town and he answers to the name of Claus, Santa Claus. He won’t be taking the plunge from a 40-story skyscraper on a Hollywood stunt set. Instead, he’ll be taking the rap for all the high-tech, high-priced, high-anxiety “gotta-haves” on my kids’ Christmas list--the things I didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t get for them.
To Santa, From Mom- I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned, and cuddled all
my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my
doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant
a shade tree on the school playground and figured out how to attach
nine patches onto my daughter's girl scout sash with staples and
a glue gun.
Twas the Night for Assembling- ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except me and my spouse
The stocking were empty, no presents were wrapped
We were way behind schedule and our resources tapped
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It all started with the tree. I never liked Charlie Brown's tree. I only liked Snoopy's. Blame it on years of inhaling evergreen-scented artificial snow fumes, but I find no Christmas inspiration in driving to a forest, which used to be my grocery store parking lot and haggling with a tattooed guy named Zeke, over a languishing live tree.
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