Thursday, December 17, 2009
"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."
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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.