I wish the radio stations wouldn't play Christmas carols on the air the day after Halloween. I wish it really was the thought that matters and I would like peace on earth.

A For Real Santa

 This is the for real Santa! His eyes are sky blue, pink cheeks, real beard. Thankyou to all the fake Santas who shopped and donated for my family's favorite local charity. You are amazing! Our hearts were warmed by the many contributions of food, toys and clothes. Thankyou.

   "and the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And  he puzzled
and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from the store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more."
                                                           ~Dr. Suess~

Christmas Ornaments

The house is deliciously quiet tonight and the Christmas tree is the living room's only light source. For the past thirty one years, it has been my job to unpack, decorate, dismantle and repack this fake fir tree. I grumble every year, swear never to do it again and then the ornaments start to talk. Ten percent were store bought from friends but all the rest are hand made. The first to arrive were the rocking horses, drums, trains and Santas all made out of flour and salt. Jeanne says none of hers have survived. We made them together the first year both of us were married. There are felt animals and red hearts. I didn't have pretty ribbon so I used white yarn as loops. My dad tried to eat the cinnamon and applesauce stars one year while they dried on the kitchen table, luckily without breaking a tooth!

  Money was tight so Christmas ornament making was what we did. Nobody could throw away the juice can lids, the summer of 1986. I punched designs into the tin with a nail and a hammer on a wooden board while the kids splashed in the backyard wading pool. By September, I had enough rolls of ribbon to start hot gluing the outside border. When December came along, there were ninety six ornaments waiting in a box for all the children in my children's classes to receive as a gift.

   This old house is getting sleepy and the tin ornament shines brightly. Was it two years ago I ran into a handsome and very tall man who checked me out at the hardware store? He was thrilled to tell me that he still had his ornament I made for him. "Daniel?!" I said. How time flies and kids grow up so quickly. They were good years, happy years, sad years, hard years, but my years. I like the over stuffed tree with dad's garden statice in purples, pinks and white with a touch of dried sage from my own garden. Who cares that the panty hose mice have glass beaded eyes that are too big. It isn't Hallmark, it's Jorgensen.