Christmas
As I sat there on the stairs tonight, looking at you playing and eating (my God, a vegetable!) a carrot, it made me wonder... I know you're far too young to really understand the whole concept of Christmas. The disinterest you show in the presents stacked under the tree is proof enough of that, though I suspect that aspect will change shortly enough.
But what I got to wondering was what will you cherish about the Christmas season? What traditions will you hold within you as meaning "Christmas" when you get older and start making your own choices in all things.
Looking back at what to me is Christmas and what those things are which I take with me, I have trouble finding much of anything anymore. And that which I can find within me, isn't necessarily positive. I mean, there was the dining room table, loaded with food we weren't allowed to touch for weeks. There were the drunk relatives crowding the living room and making more noise than an armoured column on a steel road (and belching slightly more smoke too). There was hiding out in the basement hoping that no one would realize I'd sneaked off, and hoping that there'd be a good movie on TV (the best year was the first viewing I had of the '33
King Kong when they all pretty much ignored me too). Oh that, and opening a present, to "help cut the excitement", and that one year my sister and I picking that oh so strange one from Aunt Jean was it? And it turned out to be a Bugs Bunny toothpaste dispenser. Man was that a let down I can tell you.
So what, my little man, will you take with you? Will you be acting out your 3d blog in 25 years and saying "I have no Christmas traditions" (or at least none you really care to perpetuate)? I guess, really, I can look at this as an opportunity to start fresh. A chance to let whatever develops develop and so we can do what we come to enjoy, love and cherish, rather than carry on simply to carry on.
Yes, I think that's much better. Let us set forth, my son, and we can see where the path takes us. We can together, set out those things which we want and which will make us happy to do and see and perpetuate.
Merry Christmas
Fun with Blogger!
I deleted this post, thinking it'd been a mistaken duplicate...then I *read* it...it starts off as the "Christmas" post...then goes off to become something else, from someone else. I don't explain, I don't understand, I just post it here for amusement. And I assert too, that I have never ever been given a cat shaped stapler.
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As I sat there on the stairs tonight, looking at you playing and eating (my God, a vegetable!) a carrot, it made me wonder... I know you're far too young to really understand the whole conecause 1) I have a lot of business cards to use up before Dec. 30 and 2) I still had a little Christmas faith.
Last year, I got a stapler shaped like a cat. It wasn't even a nice-looking stapler shaped like a cat. Plus, I'm not a cat person. I thought I'd regive it this year, but I tell you, it's so not cute that I can't even think of anyone to regive it to.
I gave my person a DVD of an HBO movie that I got for free at a journalism conference -- maybe she didn't think that was such a hot gift either. And I was so jealous and disappointed because all the other recipients were shooting the whole newsroom a note saying "Thanks, Secret Santa! I love my [insert totally festive, cute or tasty gift here]." My person didn't post a thank you, and neither did I.
Still, I kept the faith, because odds were the cat stapler person wasn't going to pick my name again. I thought about regiving the cat stapler to my person, but I couldn't be sure she wasn't the one who gave it to me last year. So I picked out a nice desk calendar, appropriate for an editor type, and gave it to her. She sent an office wide thank you, so I feel good.
I was further rewarded with four blue and white tea cups and a gajillion chocolate coins. I tell you, I have been mechanically peeling and eating those chocolate coins for the past hour.
hocolate coins. I tell you, I have been mechanically peeling and eating those chocolate coins for the past hour.
Honestly...
Do you want my honest reaction? Really?
My first thought...very first was "Really? She cares that much for me that she's mad?" Followed by "Awesome!"
I know, crazy right?
And then my next thought was another question..."Why do you think so little of yourself, think you deserve to be desired, adored and respected so little, that you feel you don't deserve that place in my heart?" It's not a pedestal, so much as a place of admiration and appreciation for all that you are and all that you do. You are, as I know I've said, an awesome person. Sweet, thoughtful, caring, loving and wonderful. I know you don't take a compliment well, it makes you uncomfortable...and for that I'm sorry, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.
I do wish you wouldn't sell yourself so short though.
I admire you and you will always be one of my heroes. The things you put up with and keep on smiling, keep on being so darned sweet, I don't know that I could do it. You inspire, and not just me.
Don't worry about being mad at me for needing tests. Don't let yourself run off on that guilt trip. I don't mind. Actually it makes me feel special. And heck, I've been mad at you too, for similarly intangable things, with nebulous reasoning behing it. So really, no problems.
Thank you for thinking of me, and caring for me. That means a great deal...
Thank you
It's more than just Dido's song title...I mean it for what it means as well.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and
I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life
Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and
I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life
This always makes me think of you, because any time I see you, or hear from you, or spend time with you, it is is the best day I could possibly have. I would not trade a second of it for the world.
Thank you.
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley -
