The reason for the season … The Christmas spirit.

Tiny bells tinkling goose bumps tingling anticipation’s in the air
pass it along to everyone this gift that ensures an inner glow
The Christmas spirit is contagious the time has come to share

Doesn’t require wrapping in pretty paper to give it extra flair
restriction of its potential will prevent a natural ebb and flow
Tiny bells tinkling goose bumps tingling anticipation’s in the air

Belief, unlike Santa is unseen albeit of its presence we’re aware
deliverance can be as easy as a friendly nod or a cheery hello
The Christmas spirit is contagious the time has come to share

The simple act of acknowledgment may a broken spirit repair
igniting a spark of hope warming as sunshine through a window
Tiny bells tinkling goose bumps tingling anticipation’s in the air

A way of spreading humanity maybe a lessening of despair
realising we’re not alone releases the spirit to let serenity grow
The Christmas spirit is contagious the time has come to share

It’s a genuine wish for a Merry Christmas for every one out there
acceptance and understanding what better gift to bestow
Tiny bells tinkling goose bumps tingling anticipation’s in the air
The Christmas spirit is contagious the time has come to share

Merry Christmas 2014

With confounded climate-change causing concern, for the predictability of Christmases past Santa‘s starting to yearn, traveling in weather so obscure tends to dampen any allure …T’was a simpler world in days gone by.

With the USA’s fall still on the go, albeit already buried under tons of snow, compared to that lot residing down-under, probably sweltering amid lightning and thunder … a poor bloke ‘ill need medics on standby.

All hosed down and combed, their presentation totally honed, Rudolf and the elegant eight almost chomping at their stable gate, aware it’s nearly time for their annual defy … guiding Santa’s sleigh across a star adorned sky.

Leaving Santa busy with orders to fill, and using dedication more than skill, I’m attempting to appear rested and calm, while praying my humble efforts cause no harm … to family or guests whom on my cooking rely.

It’s inclined to set an oldies head in a spin, selecting gifts for some beloved kith and kin, let alone extras for those special friends the choice on which discretion depends….albeit within Chrissy spirit they must comply.

What theme in which the house and tree to decorate, once spontaneous now a cause to speculate, should the tinsel be silver, green or maybe red, silly decisions that fill one with dread … possibly simpler to diversify

Confidentially, if we were to stuff this one up when all’s said and done around the corner comes another one, accepting our mental credence depicts the speed of their appearances…just a thought, your panic to nullify

Whether Christmas depicts a Christian toast or a family fun day for you to host, why not utilise the opportunity to send good wishes, to those too far afield to receive hugs and kisses … so love can amplify

Singing through my tears

Moved to Tears

Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry? Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!

 

It had happened again, as it does about this time every year, I had been taken over by a little person that resides deep within, as I feel does in every one,. She refuses to let adulthood take over her place in my life since she woke as a child, and to this day swears she saw Santa putting gifts on the end of her bed.

Now the only problem I have with this ego, is that for some reason the sound of Christmas carols set her emotions on an unexplained ebb and flow of haunting warmth and longing, that triggering off a rollercoaster ride which in turn opens the floodgates and tears start to flow … Automatically I attempt to join in, albeit is impossible to sing along and cry at the same time.

Having battled this embarrassing conundrum all my life, although years ago arrived at the stage where I can almost pretend they are not playing everywhere in the shopping centers, therefore I get to do most of my shopping without sobbing, although the bill sometimes makes me want to.

Now this new problem arose last December in the form of a five year old Fairy Princess who calls me Nana and spends every Friday yakking at me. I was instructed it was time to put up home decorations, okay this means we had to visit the garage. Oh goody! … Rummaging through twelve months of accumulated dust to locate boxes, then lug them back to the shamefully undecorated lounge room.

With ladder in hand and supervisor on a chair in the centre of the room, I was directed as to what was to go where, all fine as I do enjoy this part of Christmas, but sadly neglected to continue the tradition after our own offspring had flown the coup.

Then the REQUEST that led to the quandary of how to handle the situation. Nana, can we Please play Christmas carols, jingle bells and Rudolf the red nose reindeer? Being the best Nana I can, I dig out the records and the player (yes I am not that modern) I still have Bing Crosby singing White Christmas.

Anyway she is so mesmerised by Nana’s funny big black cd’s as she called them, she didn’t notice my half strangled replies or the eyes starting to fill,  even going into another room didn’t help as my Friday shadow was right there yakking.

After playing the above mentioned requests, and before I completely dissolved into a blubbering mess, I put on White Christmas and did the only thing I could think of at the time, I started to sing along with Bing. Now for those of you out there that unaware, I’m the only Mum I know of that when she sang lullabies to her babies they started to cry until I stopped.

It only took one carol before my Princess decided it was time to go outside for the twentieth time to see if the chooks had laid any more eggs.

I think I need a better solution, as I don’t want her to grow up crying every time she is with me and hears carols, in case Nana starts to sing again.