Sunday, December 28, 2008

I hope all my faithful readers (I think I am up to 6) had a lovely Christmas with loved ones.

Christmas morning was warm, calm & spring-like. Huh? It's the end of bloody December, for crying out loud! Where is the frosty air, the drift of newly fallen snow, the fog of your breath? It was 70 degrees that day. 70! And it was 75 today.

Happy dogs were frolicking on the beach. And the owners didn't need jackets.


I want snow. I want Christmas to look like this...

But noooooooooo, some people don't like snow.
Some people are Scrooges.
So there.

At my mother's place, each floor has Christmas trees at each end of the building,
with the residents outdoing each other to make them lovely, colorful,
and festive - kind of like the madre's tree.

But one floor, or rather one end of the floor, has residents with a delicious sense of humor.
They did a tree that is the best ever!!


This was my very
favorite of all the trees.



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And now that the apex of the holiday is over, here is something for the new year:

When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the wise men have returned to the East,
And the shepherds are back with their flocks,
The work of Christmas begins...
To find the lost, to heal the broken,
To feed the hungry, to release the prisoner,
To comfort the suffering, to rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among people, to make music in the heart.
– adapted from Howard Thurman


Rosie Hawthorne said...

I love that tree.

Marilyn said...

Try living with snow for a while and you'll quickly lose your enthusiasm for the slick stuff. It's only pretty when you don't have to go out into it. Bah humbug! And a belated Happy Holidays!

Kathy said...

Au contraire, Marilyn. I grew up in Illinois, just outside of Chicago. We had drifts up to the roof. I still love the stuff. Pfffft!
Many good new year wishes to you!