Wherever you are, however you celebrate, may your hands be warm, your belly be full, and your heart be wrapped with love.
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Wherever you are, however you celebrate, may your hands be warm, your belly be full, and your heart be wrapped with love.
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Merry Christmas to Everyone,and as Col. Potter said “may the New Year be a damn sight better than the old one.”
I had a great year and I have much to be thankful for!
We lost Steven last May and hardly a day goes by I don’t think of him, but I do find happy memories of good times come around with greater frequency. I smile about the memories more often.
One of my grandsons and my Mother have had poor health this year but I expect next year to be a year of healing. I know it will be one where no one holds back expressions of love. We’ve had reminders of the lesson of mortality! My oldest son married a love who loves back and they’ll welcome a child in late May. My oldest grandson graduated Whitman college and has a good job. We’ve accepted a share of the daily responsibility of nurturing a teenage granddaughter and been paid back threefold for the efforts (efforts which turn out to be mostly fun)! Griffin and I celebrated 30 years of marriage through good times and not so good but still holding hands and knowing everything is better together. Griffin remains employed and we are covered by health insurance. We have a home, a family and friends.
I don’t know how you improve on last year, but I look forward to it!
Merry Christmas to all of you! I love you all!
May your good fortune continue
I know how it could improve! My youngest son has been clean and sober for about four months — for that state to continue when it isn’t ‘forced’ would be a blessing to his life and every life he affects.
Good for him!
LOL a funny story and one that comes with having kids, the tale was told of a visit to a museum in Germany. The two grand daughters all of seven were walking with their parents when they all came to a statue of a nude man.
Suddenly the girls almost in unison asked “What is that?” pointing to the lower half of the statue.
Their mom studded, “Ahh that is a man’s private parts…”.
The girls looked back then asked, “Why is it so small?”.
(Heee now how do you answer that question?)
She just said lets see what else is here and gently push the girls onward.
The story reminded me of when I was eight and my mom and cousin along with her five y.o. daughter were going to garage sales. Michelle is the only girl in a family with five brothers and was the youngest.
Quite innocently she asked me suddenly if I had a penis?
Her mother (my cousin) in shock said “Michelle you can’t go around asking that question!”.
Michelle was confused as to what exactly she had done that upset her mother.
Replied, “ But mom you told me that my brothers were different then me and they all had a penises.
Rick is a boy and I wondered if all boys have them?”.
Not quite another Christmas story but still being a parent I could relate to those situations.
Kind of like going out to eat and my son exclaiming ” Mommy…. Daddy… That woman is so fat she has to set on two chairs!”. Ahh and that woman was setting right behind me.
Woohoo Prairie P & P’s it’s that time of the year again MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!! Wishing you all the very best for the new year. Excuse me while I go put on my fat pants 😦