Friday, December 12, 2014
Christmas greetings
There are many things I feel this time of year. Joy when I see the lights and trees, happiness when I am with my loved ones, bitter sweat memories dance in my minds eye of Christmases past. I have always loved Christmas I know for some because of a death or accident or some sadness that came to you when the Christmas season roles around you are locked in sadness and miss the joy of this season. For me I have been blessed my growing up was filled with happiness and laughter, card games and music, and the foods were wonderful. Except for the fights my sister started with my Dad the real meaning of Christmas was happiness and family it was a time to celebrate our family bonds and friends;My mother and aunts were wonderful cooks some of the foods I remember were Aunt Lorraine's watermelon pickles, peanut butter blossoms, peanut brittle, cookies of all kinds, my Dad's fudge, my mothers date-nut cake, fruit cakes smothered in rum, hot buttered rum drinks, cocoa with marshmallows, pine-nut salad so many wonderful treats but the conversations and laughter was the best.I learned a lot sitting and listening to political talks and then there was the war; I was the youngest of all the cousins and most were much older than I and they were active in the war, our family was lucky we did not lose anyone during those dark days. They all came home and what a celebration it was.
Today we are the makers of the memories our children will have, someday they will talk about going to Grandma's house and the wonderful meals and fun we all had together. We are making their memories today, so make it a wonderful Christmas memory pass the love on whether you have money or not make it a joyful Christmas to be remembered for years to come.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again