A thought or 2

Well, it is a few weeks before Christmas. Usually I enjoy the feel of the holidays, even in the times when money was tight and work was harder. When my mother was alive, I was her focus of the holiday. I am or was an only child. Perhaps, I was spoiled, but I prefer to think that I was valued. Either way, Christmas was a time of mystery and surprise; A time of family and good food;
A time to sing those wonderful holiday/holy songs in the Church choir; A time to make lists and give hints and look for hidey holes that presents could lay awaiting tape and ribbon. I always looked and was afraid to find, but look I did.

This year, I have allowed myself to really listen to my friends who would prefer that Christmas go away. I used to call them grinches or bah! humbugs. Now, I have begun to understand that it is not the holiday they hate, but the feelings that it dredges to the surface. Christmas' that were ignored, days of parental drinking disguised as holiday celebration or no attention given to the day at all. I know that I may be in the minority for festive enjoyment. But, I will no longer be able to enjoy it as much as I once did, as I wish my friends could have had the wonderful days that I fondly remember.