“The thing about Christmas is that it almost doesn’t matter what mood you’re in or what kind of year you’ve had. It’s a fresh start.”
~Kelly ClarksonContinue reading “The thing about Christmas…”
“The only real blind person at Christmastime is he who has not Christmas in his heart.”
~ Helen Keller
Helen Keller has been one of my heroes since I was a young girl. For someone who started her young life barely able to communicate with anything beyond touch, she was one of the truly wisest people about human nature that I ever encountered. I know when you are lacking in at least one sense, the other ones take over. But her perception of people and intelligence about them far surpassed most people I know today. This is just another one of those gems.
“The perfect Christmas tree? All Christmas trees are perfect!”
~Charles N. Barnard
I honestly get sad whenever I see a “perfectly” decked out tree. You can tell that every bulb has been meticulously placed, perfectly matched, and someone has a fit if anything looks out of place. It doesn’t feel as magical to me because the focus is one the perfection and not the sentiment.
I remember that my dad was very meticulous with our tree, but nothing was perfectly matched. We had an eclectic set of ornaments from random purchases to handmade by us kids. His artistic sense just wanted there to be some kind of balance to the tree, but it was purely done with love. We learned to love it just as much. And nothing was more perfect to us than our eclectic Christmas tree. We set it up together. What about your tree?
“One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas Day. Don’t clean it up too quickly.”
As soon as I saw this, I was transported back in time to my childhood. We always had to do a massive clean-up before Christmas Eve. My father would meticulously set up the presents under the tree. We weren’t allowed to touch them in the morning outside of peeking at tags along the edge. But then we would dive in to our unwrapping and rotation and the stuff would go everywhere. At some point, of course we had to clean it up, but it was more fun to let it all set for a while. As we got older, that mess became less and less until it became a distant memory with a bit of nostalgia. You can’t get that back. So grit your teeth and enjoy the mess while it lasts. You’ll miss it when it’s gone.