Merry Christmas

I wish you the most wonderful Christmas Day!

Bonnie

Christmas Ponderings

Well here it is...Christmas is upon us.
This last week has been a sad and difficult one.
Many turned off the twinkling lights, took down the decorations and put them away.
Others, though no less heartbroken, chose to to continue with
holiday celebrations.  There is no right or wrong.

My own first reaction, a week ago, was to turn out the lights.  I couldn't think of lighting
 the Christmas tree when so many innocent lives were taken; so many families grieving.  Late in the evening I stood in my doorway and looked up and down my street.  Mine was the only house darkened.   The lights sparkling around each door and woven among the branches of shrubs didn't ease my aching heart, but it brought a warmth of hope I can't explain.

Saturday as I ran a few errands and prepared for a small dinner party,  I found myself humming "We Need a Little Christmas".   Each time it popped into my head I would try to silence it, feeling guilty for singing such a little ditty.  However, the song continued to  loop through my brain all day and into the new week.

Tuesday while doing a bit of running around a neighbor called to alert me that our street was blocked off.  She broke the news a neighbor's home was on fire.  I felt everything beginning to spin around me.  We had watched this young couple move in late in the summer and work on their home, doing much of it themselves.   M. and I continued to brainstorm what we could do immediately; it was decided, while I was out I would gather somethings they would need for the night.  As I roamed around the store frantically "We Need a Little Christmas" once again began streaming through my head.  When  I returned home there were police cars and firetrucks lining the street; it was now dark.  Small groups of neighbors huddled together, several in my front yard.   Everyone was asking the same thing...what can I do?

This year the holidays will be a somber one.    We will take time to be quiet and think of those who are suffering and heartbroken.  Here at "Living Life" we will listen a little closer, embrace a little tighter and look toward the light.

It  is the light atop the lighthouse that warns the seafarer.  A candle in the window welcomes home the wayward traveler.  And, it is the lights of Christmas which bring us together and give us hope and promise of a new tomorrow.

I will never understand the carnage that took place in Newtown, why ten young Afghan girls were killed while gathering wood in easter Afghanistan, or why my neighbor's home was destroyed.  I do know I believe in humanity.  I believe we are more alike than different.  And, I most certainly believe we will rise.

Yes I've
"Grown a little colder,
Grown a little sadder,
Grown a little older,
And I need a little angel
Sitting on my shoulder,
Need a little Christmas now."

May you find strength and hope this holiday season.
Merry Christmas!

The Company of Friends

I don't do it often enough, but I love to entertain.  I enjoy everything about it.

I enjoy designing the table,

planning the menu,

polishing the silver,

and opening my door to welcome dear friends and family.

I hope you are enjoying the company of those dear to you during this holiday

season.  I believe it is especially important now 

that we seek joy and peace in the company of others.

From the Island...Without Words

When my daughter was young, while waiting in carpool line at her school, I would place a kiss in the palm of her hand folding her fingers over it.  I told her it was for "just in case" she needed a kiss.  Many times I gave her more than one.  Just before she jumped out of the car she would give me a kiss to get me through my day.

It was never even in the furthest corner of my mind it would be my last kiss to receive, or my last kiss I would ever give my child.

I did not hear of the unimaginable horror that unfolded in a small Connecticut town this morning until late this afternoon.   It was in fact in the carpool line of the school where I teach I first heard of this tragedy.

As I drove home listening to accounts of all that transpired at the Connecticut elementary school memories of hand kisses and last minute I love yours came flooding over me and tears fell.  The first thing I did when I got home

was to send my daughter, now grown, a text

 "I love you".

Tonight

 as a mother...

as a teacher...

My heart aches

Yes...

 twenty children were lost today,

but I hurt because

 of each single child and adult that was lost.

Will we ever have the answers we are all so desperately asking?

Sigh

To acquire the habit of reading 

is to construct for yourself a refuge 

from almost all the miseries of life.

                                                                 W. Somerset Maugham

There are no miseries in my life.  I am blessed.  And yet like everyone

this time of year there is more to do than minutes in the day.  

There are the things you want to do.

There are things you need to do.

And, are things everyone expects you to do.

I have a friend at school who continually tells me I am good

with setting boundaries.  Maybe I am.  I don't really know.

I do know I begin to feel out of sorts, and I know you may find this hard

to believe...I can make others pretty miserable when I am feeling overloaded.

After a morning at school, lunch with my sweet husband, running errands here and there,

 wrapping a few Christmas presents and taking Willie out for a play

the evening is now mine.

The candles are lit.

The fire is blazing 

and the wine is poured.

This is my plan for the remainder of the evening.

via

Sigh!

Enjoy your evening!

Books for Christmas

Thank you for all your well wishes.  The scrapes are healing and the bruises...as my sweet adoring husband tells me, are turning into lovely yellow areas.  Seriously, I know I am so fortunate.  Again thank you!

Now it is time to get on with the important stuff!  

Have you completed your Christmas list?  I haven't.  
I did spend some time this past weekend aiding the economy, 
but I still have a few things left on the list.

I'm a last minute kind of girl.  There is just something about
the rush of adrenaline when you are on the prowl for the perfect gift.  It is all about the hunt!

Would it surprise you to learn my favorite gifts to give are books?
I spend weeks browsing bookstores and reading reviews trying to match up the
perfect title with the perfect person on my list.

I thought you might be interested in a sampling of the books I've discovered as possibilities.  Some of these titles are on my own list to Santa.

Marmee and Louisa is on the top of my list.
If you know someone who loved Little Women, this dual biography might be a wonderful gift.  Eve LaPlante having the advantage of being a descendant of the Alcott family, takes us into this fascinating mother/daughter relationship.  We learn Louisa's mother was a gifted writer in her own right.  It is throughout Abigail's story we discover Louisa.

In Junior High I loved Agatha Christie.  I often imagined Miss Marple as my aunt,  and who wasn't a just bit intrigued (if not frighted) by the working mind of Hercule Periot?  I'll tell you a secret... I once played sick to stay home so I could finish Death on the Orient Express.   Using Christi's own archives, photos and post cards, The Grand Tour allows the reader and fan of Agatha Christi to accompany her on a year long voyage around the British Empire in 1922.   

For the lover of a good thriller on your list.  
 The Art Forger  looks perfect to me.  Shapiro takes us to the underbelly of the art world where a talented artist finds herself involved with art forgery.    We are promised a 
multi-layered story of "love, betrayal, and authenticity".

If you find this in your stocking I may want to borrow it.  Sounds perfect for a snow day.
(If we are so lucky)

 For your favorite history buff?   What about
Jon Meacham's Thomas Jefferson, The Art of Power?

I am dying to buy this for someone!  In Meacham's words, "He endures because we can see in him all the varied and wondrous possibilities of the human experience -- the thirst for knowledge, the capacity to create, the love of family and friends, the hunger for accomplishment, the applause of the world, the marshaling of power, the bending of others to one's own image."  One reviewer called this a "masterpiece".

For your favorite child?
How about 

Susan Jeffers does a beautiful job illustrating and retelling this Christmas favorite and

I adore it.   Susan Jeffers intentionally wrote this book for the younger child using fewer words and gorgeous illustrations.  For so many years "The Nutcracker" was a major part of our holiday.  This book took me back to the Christmas's when Heather and I attended this Christmas tradition, and the following years when she danced several different parts in the Nutcracker.  This would be a wonderful gift to give a child along with tickets to The Nutcracker.

Jan Brett is a favorite who never disappoints me.  
Home for Christmas follows an impish wild troll, tired of his family's demands,  as he leaves his family to be out on his own.  Just before Christmas he finds a family of moose and through unforeseen circumstances is unexpectantly returned home.  Like our friend Dorothy Gale, in another story, he finds out there "is no place like home".   I read this to my children this morning, and everyone was captivated by Rollo's adventure.

Do you enjoy giving books as Christmas gifts?
I hope I have given you a few ideas.
If you have read any of these titles I would love to hear your thoughts.

Oh, I finally finished the tree!

Book cover images 

via B&N and NPR.

Taking a Spill and Slightly Humbled

I had planned on posting last night.   I had an evening activity to attend.
I thought I would return home and

write about moving our evergreen into the living room

meshing memories of past years into my story.   I thought
I might share the story of the year the tree fell, fully decorated and I was left
holding it while Roger headed to the store to buy a new tree stand.

I would write about stringing the white lights.  I might have wrote we worked as a team,  Roger going one way and I go another.  The story would continue as I described the laughter that occured when we figured out we are working against one another;  Me, finally retiring to a chair to supervise and asking for more.

   

The final string is on the tree, we stand back to survey the work,  checking for clumps

and holes (I see a big hole, don't you?), wondering if we need to head to the nearest store to purchase one more string or if maybe just tweaking here and there will do the trick.

I would have told you we placed St. Nicholas on the top

of the tree just in time for the Feast of St Nicholas and how
he has topped our tree for more than two decades watching over
our Christmas celebrations.

But alas I did not have the opportunity to write last night. 

I met with my Christ Care group to put together food gifts for a

Christmas boutique to aid the St. Francis House, a mission that serves
those who are underserved.

We worked, shared and had a great time putting together beautiful containers filled with
mixes that could be turned into a meal, a beverage or a sweet treat.  
The three hours passed quickly.   When the last bottle was capped
and bow tied it was time to clean up and leave.

Everyone left.  I hung back to walk out with my friend.  She turned out all the lights.
I turned to make sure the kitchen door locked behind us.  She walked in front,
I followed chatting about this and that.  As she turned I stepped off what I thought was the last step.

My friend screamed my name, but it was too late, I was falling.  Thankfully I was holding
onto the rail.  I fell first on my knee putting out my hand to catch my fall.  I was falling down an incline and unable to stop the forward motion my face finally slid down the pavement.

She was scared...I was embarrassed and hurting.  I lay there for a moment face down.  
Finally I reached up to feel my face.  My hand hurt, my lower lip was numb and there was blood.  I thought possibly I would need to go to the hospital for stitches.  My friend began trying to call the others back to help.  I sat up with no trouble and told her I thought I was okay.  There was a little blood, a bump forming on the forehead, but no broken bones.

Needless to say when I finally made it home I was in no mood to
take out the computer and write about stringing Christmas lights.
I instead wanted to survey the damage, find the ice packs,
 and apply the neosporin.  

My friend checked on me last evening and tonight.  And as I told her,
I have a couple of scuff marks on my face
along with a little bump.  I lost a bit of skin on my hand
 and my knees and I am feeling a bit humbled.

Also, I am blessed there are no broken bones or teeth and that I had a caring
 and attentive friend who cared for me.

Moral of the story?
Watch out for the bottom step it plays hide and seek in the dark and you
might find yourself sliding face first down the cement.

Seriously friends, all is well that ends well.
Be careful out there friends.

Sorry, no time to edit...

Roger brought home more lights.  I must go supervise.

    

Hope...

“Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul 
And sings the tune without the words 
And never stops at all.”  

                                                            Emily Dickinson

I think more than any other decoration I love the Christmas wreath most.  It is so 

simple, and it is always the first sign Christmas is approaching at my own home.

Today the Christmas wreath is a welcoming symbol inviting friends and

loved ones into our home.  However, the symbolism of the wreath

has been around longer than Christianity.

Pre-Christian cultures used the evergreen wreath in the celebration of 

the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year.  The wreath symbolized the end of

shortened days,  the promise of light and the hope of spring...rebirth.

In ancient times, the wreath became a symbol of strength and power.   

The Persian's wore headbands of wreaths to show their importance and success.  

Early Grecians crowned their champions with laurel wreaths after competitions.  To announce victories, Romans hung wreaths on their doors and place them upon the heads of royalty.  

Sunday was the first Sunday of Advent.

The Advent wreath, a ring of evergreen

with no beginning and no end symbolizes the anticipation of

  light conquering darkness and the hope of new life...rebirth.

It seems we are not so far removed from our earliest history.

Today, in my classroom we finished making our our advent wreaths, not from

boughs of evergreen but from construction paper.

We glued three purple candles and one pink then glued on the first flame.   

We talked about anticipation.  A big word for 4 and 5 year olds,

 but when you change anticipate to hope it is easier to understand.

At any age we all grasp the idea of having and needing hope.

No matter what we believe or what we hope for, it is always, 

in a manner of speaking, that of light and newness... rebirth.

We light the Advent wreath in anticipation of the coming of Christmas.

 We place the  Christmas wreath on our door in the hope of welcoming friends and family

into our home to celebrate generosity, giving and good cheer.

I think hanging a wreath is the perfect beginning of

this season.

Welcome, and 

Come in!