12-25-2007
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007I have always loved the spirit, and sometimes, tradition of Christmas. While others “hate Christmas music”, I have my favorites that make me tingle at heart. I love the food, and certainly don’t mind cooking. Being hospitable makes me feel whole. Though, a Christmas tree sure is a sight for me. I really enjoy decorating, and sitting back to admire it.
I don’t have a great desire for gifts. My childhood is quite fuzzy, I would say, so it’s hard for me to remember ever wanting something for Christmas soooo BAD. I know I have to be forgetting somethings in a lot of places, but it can make me a little sad to not remember the giddy child within.
In another aspect, I would say that I still have that child about me. I am just more rooted now, and have been through a life that has taught me to appreciate the deeper things.
The pastel drawing you see on the wall, is my most valued gift of the year. Christopher’s Mommy, Mary, was the artist. She did it in the midst of a rocky stay at her home, one night when Krislynn and I were on the floor of her bedroom. It has sat out of view since then, because I’d hate it to get smudged. So for Christmas, it became framed!
When I admire something, I could simply sit there forever if I chose. Everything of that strength, always touches me in some deeper fashion.
If the world were to fall apart tomorrow, I would hold memories in my mind, happiness in my heart, my family in my arms, and a few prized possessions that speak to my soul.










