The Writers Post Blog Hop #60
Christmas Joys or
Christmas Woes
Hosted by Corinne Rodrigues
Aunt Jackie, Chris and Nick |
“Oh woe is me!”
She lamented as we stacked the folding card tables into the back of her suv. I just laughed. The stabbing
look she gave me belied the joke behind her cold gray eyes.
“But Mom….they are
going to be there when I get home from work.
His whole family…I am going to look like something the cat dragged in
after working all day. This is the first
holiday we have hosted. Oh woe is me!”
We had been
loading up; card tables, crock pots, serving utensils, platters, bowls, and
table cloths. “Sweetie, if they were
concerned they wouldn’t be getting to your house two hours before you get home
from work. It’ll be just wonderful. You have everything planned. Jan will help, he usually does. You worry too much.” Trying to calm her down once she is wound up
is like trying to talk a cat out of a tree!
My lovely daughter
waves goodbye as she backs from my driveway.
It seems only yesterday she was the wide eyed little one gawking at the
twinkling lights. (my favorite too) Then on to those lovely, sullen,
pre-teenage times. The year she cast
away her Barbie dolls and declared “there is NO Santa”.
Chris must have
stormed angrily around the house for a couple of hours. Glaring at me. Accusing me of lying to her. Calmly, with cookies in tow, I asked her to
sit for a moment and think. She refused
the glass of milk I offered, after all she was nearly an adult! I drank it happily. “I am so glad you don’t believe in Santa Claus
any more. I don’t have to buy you any
presents. This sure will make my life
easier.” The look on her face nearly
made me burst out laughing. She began to
back pedal, stuttering and stammering.
“Here’s
the deal.” My voice as matter-of-fact as
I could muster. “Anyone who believes in Santa gets gifts…you want to ruin the
whole joyous season of Christmas by going around with attitude and saying you
don’t believe, fine, no gifts. This is the time of year for us to show we care
about one another. Anyone who believes in Santa gets gifts.”
Just then my
husband, Bob, walked into the room. “I
Believe!” he said emphatically.
Chris’ head
swiveled between Bob and I. Finally she
grinned. “I Believe Too!” she shouted.
We have shared
that story with several nieces and nephews since.
Just because you know “the truth” doesn't mean you don’t “believe”. There is a spirit that goes with this
season. The spirit of Christmas season
is about compassion, forgiveness, kindness, and love.
Pssst – pass it on…..I
BELIEVE!!
leigh
I Believe!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!!!!
Stopping by from the Christmas Blog Hop ;-)
I believe too, Leigh. Loved your post - sorry I got here so late.
ReplyDeleteI hope you and your family had a lovely Christmas and I wish you many blessings in the New Year.
Lovely Leigh, my son used to ask me if Santa was real and my answer was the same - he is if you believe. Dropped by from the Christmas blog hop.
ReplyDeleteYou know I Believe! I love this story. And you.
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