It is that time of year again. The kids anticipate the gifts they will receive, adults race from store to store in order to buy these gifts, prepare the house with christmas tree and decorations, anticipating the family they will visit. All the Christmas movies are on the television. I hope that all get what they need for Christmas, “peace of mind!”
I always decorate the outside of the house with one simple triangle Christmas tree on the side of the house that can be seen from a mile away as we approach the house at night and make the final turn on a country road, the christmas tree shines light a light house beacon.
this picture taken with my touchpad of the tree of lights on the side of the house.
I remember the old days of making ornaments and stringing pop corn. I use to simply make a lighted tree / triangle on a wall inside the house and place presents under it.
with home-made toothpick ornaments.
creativity adds a magical touch… and it is fun!
Once upon a time, there was a man who worked very hard just to keep food on the table for his family. This particular year a few days before Christmas, he punished his little five-year-old daughter after learning that she had used up the family’s only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
As money was tight, he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve he saw that the child had used all of the expensive gold paper to decorate one shoebox she had put under the Christmas tree. He also was concerned about where she had gotten money to buy what was in the shoebox.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, “This is for you, Daddy!”
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how he had punished her.
But when he opened the shoebox, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. “Don’t you know, young lady,” he said harshly, “when you give someone a present, there’s supposed to be something inside the package!”
The little girl looked up at him with sad tears rolling from her eyes and whispered: “Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full.”
(I had read and posted this story last year… I had my little sunshine make a box and decorate it for her mother and blow kisses in it… it was a cherished present)
save the trees and use your imagination
I remember the old days of stringing pop corn and making homemade ornaments.
imagination is a gift of joy
Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery, today is a gift that is why it is called ‘the present.’
It’s beginning to look a lot like christmas