I like Christmas, I always have. I have more decorations than one woman needs, but most of the indoor ones have a story. The outdoor ones are, well, outdoors and don’t have much of a history except that they are needed in order to be festive.
The arbor has a kissing ball that I made several years ago from four wreaths, and there are wreaths on the barn shutters and the front door.
The Santa at the top is sixty plus years old – my Grandfather gave it me. I get it out every year and think of him when I look at it. The horse was made by a second grade teacher when my daughter was in grade school – let’s be kind and say thirty plus years old. About eighteen years ago, I made the Santa feeding the geese.
I’ve been baking up a storm. The family as well as friends have enjoyed cranberry bread, sugar, snowball, and chocolate chip cookies, maple fudge, puppy chow with cookie spread instead of peanut butter, and tomorrow there will pecan pie bars with wheat nuts (we’re a peanut/nut free zone).
Back in my human resources years, I wished people ‘Happy Holidays.’ I’m retired now – I can say ‘Merry Christmas’ and hope that people know I mean no offense if it is not relevant to them.
While many of us are awaiting the celebration of the birth of Christ, others are celebrating Hanukkah, and there are those who choose not to celebrate anything this time of year. This is a big world. It should be big enough for all of us to have our individual beliefs and not step on the other person while we do it.
Tis the season – let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.