“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”
Okay, so there was good news this week and a lot of cheer, with Christmas and all, but I still can’t say everything was perfect.
It’s Christmas and that means we’re all supposed to be feeling great, but how many of us is that actually not the case for, really?
Rain instead of snow. Fog instead of flurries. I don’t like being frozen either, but the way people seem to have embraced all this unseasonable warmth baffles me. To me it seems like we are living one of those world disaster films, just after the opening credits have rolled. Do we not think this could spell worse times ahead, for this planet? Do we care?
Christmas in most of Canada is supposed to mean snow. I just can’t feel thankful for the fact that we don’t need to wear coats to go out to our holiday parties this year. After all, this is Canada, not Australia.
Also, a friend is leaving and I can’t feel thankful that I won’t get to be around, over the next couple years at least, to see her little girl grow up.
Finally, in my little list of grievances before I get to my thankfuls, because I am not always as positive as I would like, as this TToT convinces me I am.
I can’t see Christmas lights on houses and many more beautiful things I miss seeing so much. I try to convince myself I am lucky I ever saw such things as the lights on houses. I always loved going out for drives, at night, to look at the lights when I was growing up.
For a homecoming we’d hoped for.
My brother was released from hospital after only one week. We had no idea, when he first got admitted, how long he’d be in there.
We didn’t dare hope, at first, that it would only be a week, which did feel a lot longer.
For unexpected time with a friend.
There were several surprises this year, not least the one where an old friend showed up in these parts again, after so much time away from home.
Well, I never would have wished it, considering the circumstances, but I selfishly got to have her around and in my life for several months.
For the chance to meet and watch a special little girl grow.
She is beautiful and precious, a sweetheart of epic proportions and I’m the lucky one to get to spend so much time with her in her very first year of life.
I only complained above about the weather because I want this planet to do well, even when I am old and gone and when those who are so small and sweet now have grown.
For a remote control to rival a grandpa’s.
The little girl I refer to above loved her gift from me.
Okay, well the necklace is lost on her now. She would certainly chew on it, but that’s not what it’s meant for.
It’s the toy remote control that she chewed on happily and of which I gave to her, so now she can change the channel on her grandpa.
For a pair of fuzzy slippers.
I love my new slippers. They are dog slippers and they are so warm. Perfect footwear for cold winter mornings and the floors that go along with them.
For the prize for best Christmas present, given by an aunt, for 2015.
Well, maybe that’s stretching the truth a little, but I still scored with what I got my nephew.
He loves cooking, toy kitchens, and talking about things being “too hot!”
I know Christmas isn’t all about the presents, but I still hope my niece and other nephew will love their presents from their aunt just as much.
For Christmas traditions, even if I fall asleep for them.
I was a little upset that I couldn’t stay awake, but a Christmas Eve headache mixed with the fact that we didn’t begin this particular tradition until after ten made it difficult.
Every year I watch A Christmas Carol with my father. Ah well. There’s always next year.
For a delicious Christmas Day dinner.
I surprised myself and a few others, with how hungry I was, but It was really tasty. Hit the spot.
For the new Christmas music my brother introduces me to every year, for the last few years.
The song below was particularly helpful when I was feeling blue last year. It really cheered me up, with its upbeat tempo and catchy lyrics.
Still does the trick this year.
I can still see the moon, if the conditions are right, but I did not see this one. Doesn’t mean I am not still thankful that it happened and that someone, somewhere, got to see it.
There won’t be another for almost twenty years or so.
Here’s to all the Christmas lights, brightness of a full moon, and more beautiful things I will mention next time, here on the TToT.
Merry Christmas. Happy New Year.