Showing posts with label Santa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa. Show all posts

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Taking the magic out of Christmas ... and bringing it back. Part 17.

"Look Doris, someday you're going to find that your way of facing this realistic world just doesn't work. And when you do, don't overlook those lovely intangibles. You'll discover those are the only things that are worthwhile."
~Fred Gailey (Miracle on 34th Street)

Part 17 is dedicated to Believing.  There is a very large part of me that believes in things like Santa Claus, fairy tales lives, happily ever afters and love at first sight.  I've been told that my beliefs are unrealistic and silly, even.  

As silly as it may seem, believing in these fantasies allows me to keep my inner child, well, young.  Think about how a child's face lights up when he or she sees Santa at Christmas time, the innocence of believing that one man is so powerful and magical, that never ceases to amaze me.  I love that innocence.  I love feeling that innocence.  It's not something that too many adults stop to experience.  I think that this is one thing that I inherited from my gram, her passion and love of the feeling of innocence.  Growing up, I never really seen that but since I've been on this journey of re-igniting the magic of Christmas in my heart over the last 17 days, she's been on my mind ... a lot. I realize just how much I miss her.  I realize just how empty my grandfather must feel every single day he lives to see another without her.  And, most importantly, I realize, even more so then ever before, just how important it is to appreciate making memories built on those of the past.

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass but rather about learning to dance in the rain ... so let's dance, and sing and sit on Santa's lap even tho we are "too old".  Who dictates what the age limit is for visits to Santa, anyways?



And just for the record, I will always believe in happily ever afters and love at first sight.  You see, a happily ever after does not necessarily mean that your relationship is perfect, made of butterflies and warm and fuzzy slippers under a canopy bed, but rather a relationship where you are perfect for each other and you mean enough to each other to fight for what you believe in.  That is my happily after. 

Do you believe?

Peace, Love and Light,

Friday, December 7, 2012

Taking the magic out of Christmas ... and bringing it back. Part 4.

"If Higbee thinks I'm working one minute 
past 9:00, he can kiss my foot. Ho ho ho."
~Santa in A Christmas Story

Part 4 is dedicated to the Big Man in Red ... Santa Clause!!!! 

I can remember going to K-Mart when I was a kid to see Santa.  We went to the K-Mart that was on Ridge Rd in Lackawanna, now a charter school, but there was a cafe in the back of the store and I can remember seeing Santa there.  The only thing I remember really asking for was the big box of crayons, back then it was a measly box of 64, but to me, that was like hitting the lotto!!!!   

A few years ago, my oldest, Caitlin, was standing in line to see Santa at the mall (she's a skeptic) and said she was going to ask Santa for coal, so I dared her to ... tripled dog dared her, in fact!!!!  She was a little nervous about doing it, but followed through and when he asked her what she wanted, she said "I want a piece of coal" and Santa YELLED at her!!!  It was so funny!!!! He said "Oh, Don't say that!!! A nice girl like you doesn't deserve coal!!" She turned about 12 shades of red, it was a riot.  Well, as you can imagine, she got what she asked for, a nice bag of coal in her stocking!!! 

Laurana's First Christmas - 2009

My youngest, Laurana is now three and is really looking forward to Christmas this year!!!  Her last 3 Christmas' were less then desirable for me, I couldn't wait for her to be excited about Christmas, Santa, Reindeer and presents!!!!  I thought last year would be her year, but she could have really cared less, but this year she was picking out toys, circling them in the books and we wrote her very first letter to Santa.  But now that she understands the material aspect of the holiday, she is also old enough to understand the real meaning of it as well.  And so my job begins with her and instilling the values of what Christmas is really all about. 

What is your favorite Santa story? 

Peace, Love and Light, 

Christine
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