The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? – J. B. Priestley
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It snowed overnight. I almost missed it, lost in a world of text, images and technology.
I was tinkering on Facebook and Twitter and started seeing reports of snow accumulating in the Nashville area. I opened my front door and it almost took my breath away.
My husband and I grabbed shoes and coats and practically ran out to experience one of natures most beautiful events. It softly, silently fell around us, bathing our yard, house and truck in a soft blanket of white. It crunched under our feet as we walked through our front yard.
It didn’t last long, and its already resulting in traffic tie-ups around town. But it nonetheless made me feel like a little kid for awhile. I’m sure my eyes were glowing like a five-year-old’s on Christmas morning. I fuss about driving in winter weather, but if I am safe at home? It’s a beautiful, magical time that just makes me HAPPY.
No idea when we’ll see more… I know it won’t last and when I leave my house later today, it’ll all be long gone. That blanket of white, returning to dull greens and browns. However, I remember… and the joy and Christmas spirit it gave me remains.
One little change is to do more mailed greetings. Random letters and cards to friends. It always makes me smile to get something in the mail from a friend, and I’d like to do that for friends myself.
Last night, I filled out our Christmas cards. They’ll hit the mail today!
The cards gave me a chance to really reflect on the relationships in my life. Friends I haven’t seen in a long time, but that I look forward to corresponding with at Christmas. A few names were removed from the list due to death or just distance that has become too much. Other names added as new friends are made. I ended up doing a “look back at the past year” as each address was placed on each card.
Email is quick, but I’ll admit emails tend to get left for days in my inbox. Facebook messages are quick, but Facebook has eaten many of my messages over time. I will admit the USPS isn’t the most reliable service at times, but it still gets my attention when a card or letter comes… especially if its from a friend or family member.
So it takes time to go the mailbox. It takes time to go buy stamps. (Which, I ordered my Christmas stamps online this year… so easy and arrived about the same time my cards did! Perfect!) But its time that will mean a lot to the person receiving the letter or card. And that makes that time worth it.
I hope everyone likes our cards, and I can’t wait to get more cards in the mail myself! Let the stroll through the past year continue, while I look to make a new goal of writing more in the new year.
Every Christmas season, there’s a night I look forward to more than most… the tree decorating party at the bar! This past Monday was the 2013 edition of the fun night. The concept is easy… go buy airplane bottles of your favorite liquor, drink it, and then decorate the bottle. Ta da!… a Christmas ornament!
You can keep it simple:
You can get complex:
Beer cans work great as well:
And we’ve found that Patron bottles are particularly fun:
Red Bull gives you wings, so how about an angel?
It doesn’t even have to be an ornament… make just some great decorations:
Needless to say, its a super fun night, and it amazing to see how creative your friends are when given liquor and a glue gun. So maybe someday when you want to put a twist on your Christmas party, turn it into a decorating party, and let the fun — and drinking — begin!
Photo Share is my personal replacement for Weekly Winners, since that link exchange is no longer happening. It’s just my own challenge to take great photos through the
week month, as it gives me a venue to share some of them on this blog. Consider it my own little P.S. on the week month before.
I was originally going to entitle this blog post “Counting My Blessings.” But then I realized, I could never fit them all into one post. Not without leaving someone or something out… not without falling short of being able to convey the deep gratitude I feel in my heart.
You see, as I look around me, I realize I have so many things for which I am thankful. If one’s wealth and success are measured in moments, memories, family and friendships, I could easily consider myself the richest woman in the world.
So I sit here tonight, with a full tummy, warm in my home, and a feeling of thanks deep in my heart. Happy Thanksgiving, indeed.
I’ll be honest, Thanksgivings growing up kind of blurs together in my memory with Christmas. I remember going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. And I remember watching the Texas A&M vs Texas game each year. And probably the Cowboy’s game. But, again, it all kind of blurs together, detail-wise.
But here is what doesn’t blur over time: That feeling of family. That feeling of love. That warm feeling in my heart that both bring. I remember turkey, dressing, green bean casserole, and lots of kolaches. I remember not having school and my parents not going to work that day. I remember construction paper turkeys, and I remember dressing up as a pilgrim a time or two.
As years passed, I remember ATTENDING the Texas A&M vs Texas game on Thanksgiving. And years later I remember making my own turkey and dressing so my husband could head out on the road with an early evening bus call. I’ve spent Thanksgiving surrounded by friends who are like family when we couldn’t make the trip to Texas or Oregon to be with family.
Thanksgiving has morphed as I’ve gotten older, but one thing that has not changed: it’s about love, thanks, and taking stock of my many, many blessings.
The one thing I refuse… I REFUSE… to let into Thanksgiving: shopping.
I can’t do it. I just can’t. Sometimes you need a few groceries… okay, I can go with that. And maybe you need to eat out instead of cooking at home. Or you need gas. But Christmas shopping… I just can’t do it. I didn’t like when “Black Friday” started at midnight, but now it starts as early as 5 pm Thanksgiving day. This just feels wrong to me.
I know many people who participate in Black Friday shopping. And that’s fine. That’s their thing. It doesn’t mean its mine. I’d rather stay home eating good food, enjoying the people I am with, watching some football and/or a movie… perhaps I’ll even decorate for Christmas. Hot coffee, the fire place, my cats and some baked goods. That just sounds AMAZING to me.
Some people get pleasure from it and get this adrenaline high of making the sales and being in the rush. Shopping to them sounds amazing. But, from my point of view, I don’t want to push and shove and leave hating humanity and feeling guilty for abusing my bank account. That doesn’t make me feel thankful. It makes me feel nothing but negative. Forgive me if I pass, and if I wrinkle my nose at you if you decide to go shop. It’s just not my thing.