A Quiet Christmas

Looking back to last year at this time, I wrote about A Different Christmas and all that was involved. This year will also be different…and quiet.


One year later, things haven’t changed that much with life still chugging along in an almost aimless path of direction. I think most of us are still attempting to get through and muster up some element of holiday spirit but…the magic seems to be slipping away.


Families spread miles apart, either directionally or emotionally, casts a cloud over the memories of hectic but still happy seasonal celebrations. Hey, I’m a realist and well understand the dynamics of the holidays and that the festivities involved don’t always bring out the best in people. Especially families. But, there are wonderful memories to cherish, to look back upon, and I’m so grateful for all of them.


So, much like last year, this year will be another different Christmas, one without a towering Concolor Fir taking up a regal presence in our home. The usual holiday decorations will wait for another year to be unwrapped and lend their festive air everywhere. No Feast of the Seven Fishes on Christmas Eve and… December 25th will make its way into a quiet house with no family gathered to open presents or to share Christmas brunch and dinner. Sad, in so many ways, not just where I’m concerned but for anyone else dealing with similar circumstances. As we all grow older, that window of time starts to close with each breath we take and we wonder if the opportunities for gathering new memories are fading away. Hopefully, not.


For everyone weathering the storms of life, my wishes for a Joyeux Noël.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Describe how you will spend Christmas Day this year.
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Happy Holidays?

You’ve heard that expression, “Go big or go home!”…well, thus my response to all five prompts from my writer’s group this week.

I will start with feeling like a Grinch/Elf combo regarding the holidays this year. Not a lot of explanation necessary for my life is what it is at present. Oh, the desire to deck the halls with my extravagant collection of everything Christmas is keeping me awake at night but my alter grinch ego is driving the bus, at a high rate of speed, away from our attic.

In some ways, I’m in holiday limbo, recalling the yearly anxiety with getting everything done and, in many ways, almost relieved to be taking a breather from the seasonal madness. But not really, who am I kidding? There won’t be any memory to look back on, just some blank recall of all I didn’t do this year. I’ve been thinking back to all the years of finding that perfect tree, decorating, shopping and cooking for family gatherings, such priceless memories that made it all so worthwhile.  As families, and friends, there is a finite amount of time ahead of us to be together. Human existence is orchestrated by a master plan of which we have no control. But, we do have the ability to make the best of what we all have, while we can.

And those lists, I’m missing them a great deal. Christmas is where reality is suspended and children still believe in its magic. But, as they grow, that slowly slips away. Toys make way for gift cards now. Trinkets stuffed into stockings hung by the fireplace cease being special treasures from the little hands that open them. Now, I find that my lists are just a few reminders on my phone instead of a pile of notes tucked into my handbag. If I had my druthers, I’d love for my family to share a few out-of-the-box, even silly, things for me to add to my list and hunt down, on Amazon, of course.

As relatively controversial as it has become, I have the Hallmark Channel on in my office, watching Christmas movies. All the time. On social media, the internet battlefield for opinionated warriors from the PC Tribes, people are chastised for “liking” this or that movie which deals with alternate lifestyles. I’m amazed at how people take the time to post how they’re “never watching Hallmark again”, “never buying another Hallmark card”, in protest of movie content which is against their beliefs. I mean, really? Even during the holidays, people? These precious days are a time to gather, reflect, show some love and give thanks that you can breathe and are free to demonize every dang thing that insults your religious dogma!  Take some advice, don’t like it, just change the damn channel, move on to political news channels and relax. I dare you, in fact…I double dog dare you!

So, a new year looms. And what might it bring? Hopefully not more of the same day-to-day challenges that our country has been dealing with. Let’s face it, we’ve been through absolute Hell in the past few years and I’m certain that those in control will continue dangling virus threats and more over our heads. But, if we’ve all learned anything, it’s that we’ve become a great deal more resilient and have managed to dig in our collective heels to fend off any more control from the sources in power. We’ve learned that we can get through most of what faces each of us. It’s not easy but with determination in our minds and love in our hearts…we will survive. We have to.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…

1. Are you a grinch or a happy little elf when it comes to decorating your home for the holidays? 
2. Share a favorite holiday memory. 
3. Create your own Christmas list. 
4. Tell us what you have been binge-watching this winter? 
5. Write about something you are looking forward to. 
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No more Tears…

It’s often said about “killing someone with kindness”, something I thought about recently. There are many different ways in which one can carry an act to extreme measures. I am guilty of such malevolent behavior. 

Well, not really. I was a mere child at the time, so please, lighten up. And my actions did not involve “killing”, not by any means. But I did manage to inflict injury on something I loved dearly. 

She was my favorite doll, named “Joanie” for reasons I can’t explain, guessing now that it must have been an important name to me way back when. Made of rubber, she drank and wet and was one of very few dolls that came my childhood way. What made her special was that I could feed her with a bottle. And feed her I did.  So much so that her butt eventually rotted away. She started leaking, terribly, through whatever washcloths or dish towels I wrapped her in, but I loved her and felt that it was my duty to keep up with the doll’s water torture.   I think that if there was a way for her to refuse the constant flow of water that I forced into her tiny mouth she might have screamed ENOUGH!  But, she never did, just kept drinking that water like a drunken sailor.

Poor Joanie ended up being unceremoniously hauled away with the garbage along with a stern warning from my parents on any future doll requests. Oh, I made them, received one or two but kept them as is, some in their original packaging. They became something to look at, rarely played with, and I still have one or two tucked away.

For what and who I have no idea but at least their butts are intact. 

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Tell us about your favorite childhood toy.
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