I Need A Little Christmas
It’s been a rough year for our family as my father’s spent four months of it in the hospital. Throughout this ordeal, he’s managed to be pleasant, kind, patient and, as all the nurses concede–sweet. (And he is a sweet man.) Many of us can learn something from this man, couldn’t we?
For the past fifteen years or so, Dapper G and I have fled the Christmas madness in search of warmer climes, but this year I am profusely grateful that my father is home with my mother–where he should be, where we will be.
So this year more than others, I vow to add a little Christmas spirit to my life. It won’t be the new-red-Christmas-flannel-pajamas-trying-to-sleep-knowing-that-Santa-is-nearby feeling I had as a child–it’ll be something considerably more meaningful.
The house will be decked in holly and sparkling glass everywhere, gifts for the less-advantaged children, a wreath for the door, new concert dresses for my students, and food for the local pantry. It feels good to give of oneself too–this I must do!
As Dickens wrote:
I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.