Monday, December 19, 2011
Liz's Lair: Christmas Confessions
Since this is the last time I will blog until after Christmas, I decided to talk about things I remember about this wonderful holiday. Like Scrooge, I have my Christmas past, Christmas present, and Christmas future.
For my Christmas past the one story I remember very vividly involves Christmas presents. Now I'll bet this is going to surprise a lot of you, but I was a little devil, even back then. As number eight of nine children, I had brothers who were already out in the world when I was a teenager. Being poor, they would send us clothes that we would wear when we went to midnight mass. Since my younger sister, older sister and I wore the same size, my brothers would always get us identical gifts in different colors. Being the imp that I was, I would unwrap the presents, choose the color I liked, then re-wrap them, making sure my name was on the right package. To this day I still number my presents under the tree instead of putting labels with names for fear that my children will do the same thing. One year I lost my cheat sheet, but that's a whole other blog!!
Talk about sins of the mother.
For my Christmas Present, I want to talk about things that make me feel good around the holidays. Every year I swear I'm not going to go overboard again with my grandchildren, and every year I make a liar out of myself. This year there's a huge Mini Cooper for my granddaughter and way too many toys for my grandsons under the tree.(Okay, the Mini Cooper is actually hidden in the closet upstairs.)My point is, there is nothing more fun than watching their faces as they tear into the packages.
Every Christmas I always try to do something for those less fortunate than me. This year for one of my Christmas Angels I bought the cutest pair of boots. She asked for shoes and I went big. But just in case she was thinking sneakers, I enclosed the gift receipt. My hope is that she is excited about those boots as I was.
Saturday night we went with my daughter and her kids to see Christmas lights. Before we ventured out we stopped at Olive Garden for dinner and were seated next to two young soldiers in camouflage uniforms who looked like they were 12. Immediately I said to hubby, "Don't let them pay their own bill." I wish you could've seen the look on their faces when he walked over and picked up their check. My daughter was so touched, she began to cry. I have to say, it was really a feel-good moment.
For my Christmas future I wish everyone the joy that I have for life. It's been good to me, and for that, I will be eternally grateful. For what, you ask?
I am grateful to love and to be loved, grateful that the war is ending and our troops are coming home, grateful for the opportunity to share my words, and most grateful to the people in my life who I call friends.
And I would be remiss if I didn't say Happy Birthday to the baby who was born in that cold cold manger many many years ago. He's the reason for the season.
If any of you out there are reading this blog today, be sure and say hey and let me know your Christmas past, present, and future confessions.
Bah humbug, my butt!! Merry Christmas.