This is not about being brilliant, or extraordinary, it's not about wanting to be famous, or making headlines, or trying to impress...this about sharing a 'gift' each day with the world...to lift the spirit of people when they read this blog, to show them the beauty in the ordinary.
"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." Raold Dahl
(From Temporary Holiday Quarters) A Little Condo by a Man-Made Lake Way-way South of the Border December 26, 20012 Dearest V. This morning I am filled with Christmas memories, from days long, long ago, in far off England when we three youngest children would come tearing down the stairs to find our very own pillow-case, stuffed to the frills with toys and sweeties that our parents could barely afford financially, but were oh so generously given emotionally. Why no memory of our eldest sister in those early Christmases I can not fathom, but I only see you and I with enormous teddy bears and David with his brand new tricycle. Then the sumptuous meal always finished with the Christmas pudding that we could only manage a mere spoonful of. And the final vision of an exhausted mother curled up asleep on the couch still wearing her paper Christmas hat. Later years brought the trips to Salisbury and midnight services at the cathedral followed by a Dickensian-style (in the best way) Christmas Day at The Rose and Crown. Ha, ha...how funny and tender those memories are! Christmas today wears a much different gown...we boarded a plane in the snowy-cold hours of Christmas Eve morning with other sleepy but excited travelers to the announcement of 'no potable water on board as we are the first flight out of the day' (how does that make sense?); so no early morning tea, and it's a draughty plane that carries us the short three hours to our children. The past two days have been filled with laughter, gourmet-cooked food, indulgent wines, magnetic dart games and hilarious versions of trivial pursuit, long walks with the girls and my grand-puppy. How time changes the face of these holidays. Feeling, however, remain the same. You are my earliest, happiest and most constant memory of Christmas. I think I miss you most at this time of year. Write and tell me of your Christmas day with your grandsons...I'm sure it was wonderful and hilarious all at the same time. Happy Christmas...love j.
I don’t care if the house is packed, Or the strings of light are broken. I don’t care if the gifts are wrapped, Or there’s nothing here to open. Love is not a toy, and no paper will conceal it. Love is simply joy that I’m home. I don’t care if the carpet's stained; we've got food upon our table. I don’t care if it’s gonna rain, our little room is warm and stable. Love is who we are, and no season can contain it. Love would never fall for that. We sing oooooooooooooooo Oooooooooooooo Ooooooooooooooooooooooo Let love lead us, love is Christmas. Why so scared that you’ll mess it up? When perfection keeps you haunted. All we need is your best my love, that’s all anyone ever wanted. Love is how we do, let no judgment overrule it. Love I look to you, and I sing. Oooooooooooooooooo Oooooooooooo Ooooooooooooooooooooo Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ooooooooooooooooo Let love lead us, love is Christmas. Let love lead us, love is Christmas.