Season’s greetings from Lynne. No matter what we celebrate, this holiday season is always an extra special time of the year.
Here are a few hints on how to put a little more joy into an oftentimes hectic and tense time of year:
- Take time to smell the pine trees.
- Enjoy the music of the season.
- Be sure to tell the people you love how special they are.
- Simple acts of kindness touch people’s hearts.
- Spend more time with family and friends.
- Visit someone who doesn’t have relatives nearby.
- Remember the reason for the season.
- Don’t forget it’s the little things that mean the most.
- Slow down!
This one is a leftover from Thanksgiving
- Don’t forget to be grateful for your many blessings.
Here’s A Different Version of a Christmas Classic:
’Twas three weeks before Christmas and all through my house,
not a creature was stirring except me and my spouse.
Where were our stockings to hang on the mantle
in hopes of a visit from our friend Kris Cringle?
And where were the ornaments especially picked for the tree, as the countdown-to-Christmas clock continued to tick
At two weeks ‘til Christmas still nothing was ready; no lights or a tree,
no shopping or planning or cleaning by me.
With jury duty, book deadline looming, and plot running askew,
it seemed I had lots and lots of catching up to do.
In days our family would arrive from distant homesteads,
with visions of gourmet meals dancing in their heads.
And I in my apron, hubby in his vest,
would have our entertaining skills put to the test.
While fretting and fussing and pacing the floor,
I chewed on my nails, and softly swore.
When suddenly near the chimney arose a clatter,
from the kitchen I looked to see what was the matter.
A tubby old dude with white hair and a beard,
wore red velvet pants and looked totally weird.
He scratched his head and quirked a brow,
“Looks like you need some help this Christmas, let me show you how.”
By laying a finger aside of his nose,
the room seemed to spin and a whirlwind arose.
Decorations flew…landing in place on the tree,
and yet-to-be purchased gifts appeared, wrapped perfect-ly.
The house was spotless. I looked on all agog.
Our floors were shining by the light of the Yule log.
A heavenly scent from my kitchen did fly,
and it wasn’t a candle, but a home baked pumpkin pie!
With business finished, he disappeared up the hearth,
I worried he’d get stuck because of his girth,
I heard pawing of hooves, and jingling above the ground,
So I looked out the window as his sleigh went air bound,
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Donner and Vixen,
On Comet, on cupid, on Rudolf, Prancer and Blitzen,
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
My spirits were lifted beyond imagination,
when the old dude spouted his final incantation.
His holiday wishes were perfect and right
when he said, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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