Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas deariesMerry Christmas, readers one and all. My dearies who have held up under my very random, but Christmas inspired 25 Days of Christmas.

I hope you all have a wonderful day. I’ll be taking a few days off through the weekend to just relax a bit and hopefully write some posts for future dates. I’ve been doing these blog challenges and I love ’em, but man, they require a bit more foresight that I don’t seem to always have. Especially towards the end. I still have a Toolbox post in the works. A Writer’s Path (Ryan, I think)  knows what I mean since I commented about his blog and his toolbox… I’m rambling. Anyways, I have ideas in the works. I still need to attempt more flash fiction, but it seems to have escaped me this month. Ironically since I want to write Christmas flash fiction! I had this thought about being snowbound at Christmas, a la Hallmark-y film with the Bing wallpaper that was the other day’s…..SJMountainCabin_EN-US11195673674_1920x1080 I just have ideas I need to work on!  Now that I don’t have sewing projects, I might be able to finish or start some writing things.

So, I hope you all are having a great Christmas wherever you are. North, south, east and west.

Kate

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

merry christmasJust a short post today since it is Christmas Eve and I’m sure we are all traveling somewhere, or are with our friends and family for the holidays.  This year it is very quiet for my family and I. We didn’t go to any friend’s house for eggnog and cheer… though we did do it a couple weeks ago and hot buttered rum was the specialty of the day…. That was incredibly good and I’ve since made the recipe and we have enjoyed that immensely.

My grandparents are way down south, along with my girl friend Jules (Mrs. Austen) and Boris is down under…. As in Australia.  (pssst…. I wish I could have gone with him. I’d love to go to Australia. And well, to go with Boris… who has someone drive him to his hotel. He doesn’t drive himself. I swear, it’s like Edward from Pretty Woman….)

There is snow on the mountains here in CA. A fast moving storm blew in and dropped a bit up in the peaks… And made it incredibly cold. Brrr.  Not a white Christmas per say, but close enough.

So, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! (don’t forget to hang those stockings and put out the milk and cookies.)

Kate

Mr. Grinch and Me

charlie brown I've killed itI’m sitting here a little after 6 at night listening to the California rain. The pouring, pouring rain. I’m sipping a glass
(finger and a half) of Crown, feeling rather depressed.  The rain is part of it, but also I’m troubled. I blame it all on Boris who sent me a very long email yesterday. Boris it seems, is my own Mr. Grinch. He doesn’t do Christmas. He doesn’t like all the commercialization of the holiday (cue Charlie Brown and Linus) He doesn’t want his house decorated, thank you very much. He is tired of the holiday already. He doesn’t like the Christmas music that’s been playing since Halloween.  He doesn’t like green. (that coming from my love of forest green nail polish at the holidays)

 

I’m sorry, but I’m a Christmas person. I LOVE Christmas. Not to the point of going overboard. In fact, our tree is very simple and small. Mrs. B puts up our unique and old figurines that are cute and tucked here and there. None of that houses and snow theme that a lot of homes have (though I love that.) We do not have garlands everywhere. There is a wreath on the front gate because Mr. B decided to take what was left from trimming the tree to the correct height and make a wreath, the old dear. It has a gold bow and a red bow on it. Nothing fancy. Yes, we have been playing Christmas music since the 31st of November, but it’s not on all day.

 

Rocky Mountain Christmas

Rocky Mountain Christmas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So, you can see that I don’t go crazy. But I love the holiday. I love listening to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain Christmas and remembering dancing in our huge living room as a little girl. When I still hoped to be a ballerina. When it was still the 80’s and the 80’s had their own feel. The years of The Carpenter’s Christmas Portrait. When a little girl still wore plaid and corduroy. When my blonde, blonde hair was super girly…. When Barbies and stuffed animals got decorated up and had balls.

 

When I read all the Christmas picture books with my sister. We would sit and read the stack quietly while the record player had our favorite music on. Oh my gosh, that was before cd players and MP3 files.  Would you believe this was long before I ever saw How The Grinch Stole Christmas and Charlie Brown? I actually had never seen those two until I was probably in my late teens. I still adore them though. It’s not Christmas without those two. And The Santa Clause with Tim Allen. And The Holiday with Cameron Diaz and Kate Winslet. And White Christmas with Bing Crosby.

 

Cropped screenshot of Bing Crosby and Danny Ka...

Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye from the trailer for the film White Christmas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, I have a lot that make it Christmas. Silly things. Childish things. Nostalgic things. But it’s always Christmas.

 

So I don’t understand not really caring, and I find it sad that Boris is a bit of a Mr. Grinch about it.  Poor man.  It makes me want to make cookies for him and to arrive with a bit of Mistletoe in hand. I just don’t know what to do with him. It’s so very sad and makes me want to cry. I’m sure he has no clue about his words doing that to me, but I may tell him. How to take a marvelous holiday and make me want to cry. I don’t think that’s very nice. See, Mr. Grinch!

 

So, I’m curious. Does anyone of you have a Grinch in your close knit of friends or family members? Does it make you a bit sad?

 

Kate

 

 

 

Strung Lights

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“Settle down it will all be clear…..” sang the words of the man playing a cover song of a popular new artist.  He was set up on the corner of 1st and Green, his worn guitar lovingly strummed as he sang.

A crowd was gathered around him, smiling and tapping toes to the catchy tune.  Above, the twinkle lights were strung across the brick facade of the old building.  Old world lights glowed brightly in the winter night.  The town was hosting a troubadour gathering, and there were musicians on different corners and set up at the entrances to the various shops.  The coffee shop was the most popular, open for later hours and serving spicy mugs of hot cider and specialty lattes.

Kids ran up and down the street, more interested in the candy canes they were sucking and crunching on.  Soon the gathering of singers would change to the annual Christmas tree lighting at the village square.  Santa would have the honor of plugging in the lights, then he would sit in his Christmas throne to listen to all the requests for presents from the children.

The holiday fete was popular, and this year, doubly so with the various musicians.

“…The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home.”  As the last lines were sung, the crowd clapped.  This town was definitely home.

I found this wonderful picture on {dream a little dream of me} a tumblr blog that I have fallen in love with.  The image made me immediately think of Phillip Phillips song “Home” and that little blip in the music video that shows lights strung across the street. I absolutely love that image and I wish our town would do that. It would be so beautiful on our Main street.

Well, I hope you all enjoy this bit of flash fiction.  Like I said, I’m in the mood.

Signing off

~Kate

A Call For Christmas

English: Santa Claus with a little girl Espera...

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Right now there is this wonderful thing going on with the United States Postal Service.  Operation Santa Claus is a charity that answers letters to ‘Santa’ from children who are in need.  The post office sorts the wants from the needs, blocks out personal information then volunteers can purchase what is needed by the child.  The items are brought back to the post office where mail carriers works to make sure the packages get to the proper homes.

This is wonderful.  This country is filled with people who are struggling.  Parents that are out of work, children that need clothes, shoes, a place to sleep at night.  Many things.  This country is so full of people in need. 

I wish I was able to help with as many of these cases as possible, but it’s not possible.  However, the thing that I was thinking this morning, as I was  watching the report on Fox News is that, where is Franklin Graham and his organization, Samaritans Purse?  Or Billy Graham Evangelistic Association?  Where is Joel Osteen and his ministry? 

These are ministries that in one fell swoop could be helping out in situations like this?  Where are all the other churches and associations, charities and such in situations like this?

Franklin Graham was all about helping North Korea and wanting people to donate to his cause with them.  What about our people here in the US?  We have one of the greatest nations, heck, I think we are, but why are we working so hard for all those other countries while we let our people starve?  Why are these ministries focused on other countries?

Personally, I am disgusted by what I know of certain ministries.  Why are missionaries required to go to the missionary barrel to get old cast of clothing?  Why are members of churches not out purchasing something new?  These missionaries are doing God’s work.  Why should they have to have cast offs?  It’s wrong.

Why are we not helping more of the homeless in this country?  It disgusts me.

I think Operation Santa Claus is wonderful.  Click the name to find out more information.  I encourage people to do what they can.  My family, and our family business donated so much of our naturally grown produce this year to one of the churches that provides community lunches to those in need.  Do what you can. 

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Signing off

~Kate

Christmas Tree Magic

She sat in the glitterning darkness of a sparkling Christmas tree.  The white lights were like little fairies come to rest, the blue balls shown like the night sky. Icicles dripped from the branches adding a graceful elegance to the already delicate boughs.  Snowflakes winked in and out among  cranberry balls.  Here and there were sparkling red snowflakes. Drenched in red glitter they were etherial.  The whole tree was a confection to the eyes. One filled with delight and magic.  One could just picture Santa coming to  tuck presents beneath the boughs.

There was a enchanting sensation  to the room. Decorated to the nines, one could not help feeling that they had entered either a winter wonderland, or Saint Nick’s own abode.  The mantle held garlands of fragrant pine.  Red bayberry candles, with their yellow flames, flickered in and out of the greenery.  Plush red stockings hung by cheerful snowmen, santas, and reindeer.   Tables were layden with  overflowing bowls of candy.  Red and green M & M’s filled a chubby Santa’s sack; candy canes hooked over square glass cubes, filled to the brim with holiday kisses.  Caramels, fudge, and toffee.  It was a child’s paradise. 

It was perfect for her.  She sat with her mug of hot chocolate.  Curled up on a sofa, snuggled in a warm wool sweater and socks, it was the epitome of Christmas. One couldn’t ask for anything better.

 

 

Signing off

~Kate

P.S. This was just me in an inspirational mood. I have a glorious tree this year and it’s quite magical.