The Thing About Christmas

We each have a picture of what is Christmas in our heads. A lovely scene with lots of lights. One of the first things to enter my mind is, go home for Christmas.

Maybe a beautiful wreath?

A special tree that touches your heart. A toasty fireplace to warm your cold hands.

Maybe it's Santa Claus, or the Nativity. A bit of both?

Whatever it is. I wish you the best, Merry Christmas, no matter what!

Okay One Joke to make you laugh

A man was riding his Harley beside a Sydney beach when suddenly the
>> sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice, The Lord said.
>> 'Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will
>> grant you one wish.'
>> The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge to New Zealand so I
>> can ride over anytime I want.'
>>
>> The Lord said; 'Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous
>> challenges for that kind of undertaking, the supports required
>> reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it
>> would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can
>> do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly
>> things. Take a little more time and think of something that could
>> possibly help mankind.'
>>
>> The biker thought hard about it for a long time. Finally, he said,
>>
>> 'Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand our wives. I want
>> to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me
>> the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says
>> nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy'.
>>
>> The Lord replied;
>> 'You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"

No Snow For Christmas Here!

I remember as a child how I felt on Christmas Eve. My mother was a pushover so if you wanted to know what she got you, you could usually get it out of her. The, what if I don't like it, always worked. In a family with six children the amount of presents surrounding the tree was

tremendous. My father would get the Christmas tree early, but never put it up until Christmas Eve. He put the lights on and most of the ornaments. It had to be perfect. One Christmas he covered the tree with tinsel, it looked like one huge lighted icicle. My preference always was no tinsel, because I wanted to lay under the tree and look up at all of the gilt and illumination above me, a mystical winter woodland, all in one single tree. I use to love the feeling of looking up from under the tree. It was so Christmas. I don't know if I could get off the floor these days. And Florida doesn't give that Christmas feeling, when you are used to being in Vermont. But this is how I like it to be.

The house in a snowstorm is a Christmasy sight. It give me that feeling. Tell me candles don't do it.

Looking out on a snowy scene just brings it all alive.

I miss sitting in front of a fire trying to warm my cold toes. There's nothing like it to enjoy your Christmas Eve.

It's a dream on a delicate snowflake. It's Christmas Eve memories.