It’s a week until Christmas and I’m just not feeling it.
I stopped buying gifts for grown-ups years ago and there are no little ones in my orbit, so it’s been a while since I personally got caught up in the shopping/wrapping frenzy. But I’ve always gotten into the spirit of the season watching everyone else run themselves ragged.
But it doesn’t seem to be happening this year. The stores I’ve been to haven’t been crowded. Not even last Continue reading
This past weekend, as I ruminated over what I’d write today, I remembered a post I wrote exactly two years ago. It was a time of hostage-takings and beheadings, hatred and brutality, lost lives and shattered hopes and dreams.
Despite it not being “my” holiday, I’ve always enjoyed Christmas, or at least the “spirit” of it. The sound of children laughing and the joyful feeling in the air. The sight of houses draped in twinkling lights; and bejeweled and bedecked Christmas trees placed prominently in front of living room windows, so even passers-by can admire and enjoy them … the scent of freshly-baked cookies and pine cones … toasty fires and hot chocolate.
But in December of 2014, I was having a really hard time getting into it. When so many people, the world over, were struggling and suffering and in so much Continue reading
(sigh). Yes, I know. It’s probably way too late in the game to be writing you — Christmas is just days away now. But I’m hoping that, somehow, you’ve still got a miracle or two up your fur-trimmed sleeve. We sure could use one.
You’re probably surprised to hear from me anyway, me being Jewish and all. But honestly, if ever there was a time to put religion aside and start thinking as ‘one’, this has to be it.
Relax, Santa, it’s not gifts I’m after. Not the usual kind, anyway. So there’s no last-minute shopping for you, Mrs. Claus or the elves to do. No wrapping either. On the Continue reading
Even though I’m not ‘of the faith’, I’ve always loved Christmas. While it has no religious significance for me, I am always buoyed by the ‘spirit’ of it. It’s one of the only ‘holidays’ when families truly make an effort to be together, regardless of the travelling involved. It’s also a cheerful and convivial time.
Friends and neighbours are always invited to drop in, and wherever you go, you’re greeted by the sound of music, laughter, shrieking children, barking dogs, ice tinkling in glasses and cups clattering on saucers.
You’re also met by the most intoxicating scents, and sights: Toasty fires, glowing candles, colourful stockings hanging from mantels, candy canes, nutmeg, cinnamon, hot chocolate and all manner of cookies, baking away in the oven. And even though I know they’re messy, as far as I’m concerned, nothing beats the smell of a real pine tree in the house. Nothing.
Suddenly, the stress leading up to Christmas is gone. And once December 25th finally arrives, everyone’s mood becomes