Silver bells silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
soon it will be Christmas day.
For the first time ever in all my years, I have not been out on the busy sidewalks or inside the crowded malls doing what I thought I liked to do.......shop. What shopping I have done has been inside my home where it's warm, comfortable, and in my jammies........I had a love affair this year with Amazon.com.......
By my own doing (actually stupidity and clumsiness) I have to keep it simple this year. I go all out in decorating my house for the holidays. Why not? I love Christmas. The colors, the candle aroma of cinnamon and other spices. The hustle and bustle of shopping amongst all the other crazy and harried people. Cooking......baking................but not this year..............
I watched as my middle son brought out the Christmas tree, set it up, and then placed each ornament on a branch. As he pulled out the ornaments, I gave him a history lesson on a few of them, actually a lot of them. I have ornaments from when I was a child in the prehistoric days, some we bought as a married couple for our first Christmas together. Ornaments for each birth of our children. I have sailboats, moose, sea shells, sea horses (I'm quite fond of the ocean & lakes), snowmen, shiny baubles, bears.......its an eclectic mix. Ornaments that my mother had as a child. My most precious are the ones my children made me. A little battered and torn, but they still go on the tree. My all time favorite is one I had as a child. It's a round, yellow orb with a face painted on it. Supposed to be a sun I am presuming. It was a Christmas light that was part of a light strand in our tree. I remember so well the year it burned out. Nothing could control the sobs of a 5 year old. My mother threw nothing away. She recycled, reused, repurposed everything. As I look at my little orb of yellow, this one time I am grateful she didn't throw it away. It still has the original foil she put around the socket to hold the pipe cleaner so she could hang it on the tree as my special ornament. I haven't bothered to fix it and make it look better. If I did that, then it wouldn't be my special ornament.
The repercussion of falling in a hole and breaking bones is still haunting me and keeping me from doing what I love to do this time of the year. I can't do anymore, nor can I do any less. It is what it is.........I have all that matters...............family...................and a Christmas tree that shines brightly in the corner of my living room....................and a Charlie Brown poinsettia.
I was given this exactly one year ago. I nurtured, watered, and held conversations with this plant. It eventually shed it's red leaves and dropped a few more of the green ones. It's come back to life once again with deep red leaves. I'll continue to water, nurture, and carry on more conversations with it after the holidays are over. Along side of it, I will do the same with a new plant I got this year. It's a pretty plant and I like it, but I love the other one better. It's simple. Along with everything else this year, I am keeping it simple.................
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By my own doing (actually stupidity and clumsiness) I have to keep it simple this year. I go all out in decorating my house for the holidays. Why not? I love Christmas. The colors, the candle aroma of cinnamon and other spices. The hustle and bustle of shopping amongst all the other crazy and harried people. Cooking......baking................but not this year..............
I watched as my middle son brought out the Christmas tree, set it up, and then placed each ornament on a branch. As he pulled out the ornaments, I gave him a history lesson on a few of them, actually a lot of them. I have ornaments from when I was a child in the prehistoric days, some we bought as a married couple for our first Christmas together. Ornaments for each birth of our children. I have sailboats, moose, sea shells, sea horses (I'm quite fond of the ocean & lakes), snowmen, shiny baubles, bears.......its an eclectic mix. Ornaments that my mother had as a child. My most precious are the ones my children made me. A little battered and torn, but they still go on the tree. My all time favorite is one I had as a child. It's a round, yellow orb with a face painted on it. Supposed to be a sun I am presuming. It was a Christmas light that was part of a light strand in our tree. I remember so well the year it burned out. Nothing could control the sobs of a 5 year old. My mother threw nothing away. She recycled, reused, repurposed everything. As I look at my little orb of yellow, this one time I am grateful she didn't throw it away. It still has the original foil she put around the socket to hold the pipe cleaner so she could hang it on the tree as my special ornament. I haven't bothered to fix it and make it look better. If I did that, then it wouldn't be my special ornament.
The repercussion of falling in a hole and breaking bones is still haunting me and keeping me from doing what I love to do this time of the year. I can't do anymore, nor can I do any less. It is what it is.........I have all that matters...............family...................and a Christmas tree that shines brightly in the corner of my living room....................and a Charlie Brown poinsettia.
I was given this exactly one year ago. I nurtured, watered, and held conversations with this plant. It eventually shed it's red leaves and dropped a few more of the green ones. It's come back to life once again with deep red leaves. I'll continue to water, nurture, and carry on more conversations with it after the holidays are over. Along side of it, I will do the same with a new plant I got this year. It's a pretty plant and I like it, but I love the other one better. It's simple. Along with everything else this year, I am keeping it simple.................
Twitter@CotySimon
Instagram.com/Howunique310
