Unwrap your day with holiday magic. Embrace all that is shiny and bright with the day and share it with others around you. May that feeling of Christmas last forever, not for just one day, for loving, sharing, giving – and not to be put away like ornaments, lights in some box on a shelf.
Ribbon and berries, holly and glitter, things that make my holiday shine. Oh, the joy! There are so many reasons to love this time of year, or any other part for that matter.
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It just wouldn't be Christmas without my mothers' recipe for the much-despised cake. It has been described to me like this: Fruitcake tastes like a mix of dried fruit and alcohol, with an elegant hit of spice. Ready to take their turn in the oven and be ready in about six to eight weeks. This is called Operation Fruit Cake, Part ll. I already have about a dozen being delivered to people across the States, eager to get theirs. I know, you nonfruitcakers don't understand that kind of love, but, it is very real. We love it and we look forward to Christmas, mostly for the fruitcakes. No lie. Wait! That was a joke! They will be ready in a little over an hour, then sprinkled generously with brandy. One for me, one for them. One for me. One for them. It will be an early night for me. I might be scheduling this post.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
Merry Christmas to all! Wishing you the special gifts of this holiday season - Peace, Joy and Lasting Happiness. May your burdens be light and your blessings abundant. Twinkle radiantly!!
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow…
Clement C. Moore