Hell of a Guy

Deck the Halls…


Only four more shopping days until Christmas 2013 is here and gone.  It has been reported this year’s Christmas shopping season is reduced by seven days.  I am not entirely sure why it is important, other than to retailers, but, frankly, I have not noticed it at all.  You see, at this point in my life those I love may get a gift I carefully selected, or a gift card or even just a check, perhaps cash, and I am not afraid they won’t care for it, because I know I can expect either a “thank you” or a prolonged silence.  Either one is more than okay with me.

Please, don’t get me wrong; I love Christmas and I especially love the Christmas Season.  What I have come to not like so much is the shopping in crowded stores with tons (literally tons) of people who seemingly are on the verge of a mental breakdown.  The angst exhibited by some shoppers wears me out.  People get grouchy in stores when things don’t go their way.  Rudeness takes over, and the true meaning of the Season – Peace on earth goodwill toward men – is lost in the midst of the “me first.”  It really sours the moment for me.  So who is to blame?  Me!

I remember my mother speaking of her childhood Christmases.  Her father was a Methodist preacher.  The Christmas Season for them, her folks and their six children, was all about the birth of Jesus.  The highlight of Christmas morning for her, as she told it, was perhaps to find fresh oranges, some Christmas candy, and maybe some exotic nuts under their tree.  Often times her father would bring home less fortunate people and put them up in his children’s beds on Christmas Eve, and share his family’s Christmas with them.  Mother said she loved those Christmases.  Christmas in the early 1900’s was not a commercial holiday, it was a religious holiday, and it was celebrated as such.  Families actually got together and enjoyed one another, and no one expected to get a present.  Imagine?

A Grinch I am not.  I love to give at Christmas, sometimes to a fault.  I am afraid over the years The Nancy and I have spoiled a few of the grandchildren into expecting a big haul each and every year, and that is a little sad.  My joy these days comes from being with those I love on a holiday I hold dear.  I am a Christmas lover.

And that is all I have to say about that…

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you have shared lots with us.thanks

Posted by taweez  on  07/29  at  02:28 AM






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