A Special Time

 Christmas season can be as much about football as it is about the tree, Santa, and decorations.  My wife pointed out to me that yesterday I misspelled Holy for the Holy Family and instead wrote Hikey.  For some reason my spell- checker didn’t catch that but changing it changes the link and I would have had to start over and resend all my links.  So, I kept it as it was hoping most everyone understood what I meant.  

I proofread it twice and didn’t catch it.  But such are the dangers of being a one man show.  If it were a video, I could cut out mistakes and pick up where I left off.  But print is different.  I make a mistake and I have to live with it after publishing.  If I were to publish my essays in book form, I’d have to go over every mistake and make sure it’s error free.  But I am a one man show and have to live with mistakes.  It just shows I’m human and will make mistakes from time to time.  And when I make errors I just have to live with them.

But I can’t emphasize enough how special the season is every year beginning with Thanksgiving.  I can’t be thankful enough for life itself.  And it makes the season just that much more meaningful.  I love this time of year.  I love the season.  And of course Santa is very much a part of it.  We have a small Christmas tree which doesn’t hold as many ornaments as in years past.  But still every ornament has meaning to us.  

We have a Kermit the Frog ski figure whose ski poles broke off long ago.  But I can’t still remember buying that as my oldest son who was quite small at the time wanted that Kermit figure.  He saw it in the store and had to have him.  But we have other figures too some going back as far as fifty years of marriage.  But that is the joy of the season.  It brings back many good memories over the years.  And my grown sons are still kids at Christmas and hope Christmas never gets old for them.  We have no bad memories of Christmas as we tried to get the kids the gifts they wanted.  

They didn’t always get everything they wanted but hope they never had disappointments at Christmas.  One year I was up until four Christmas morning assembling bicycles.  That was probably my most stressful Christmas.  I don’t know how many things I assembled for the kids on Christmas Eve, but I spent many Christmas Eve’s assembling toys for the kids.  

But it was all worth it.  I’m not sure we’ll ever grand kids, but my sons can do what I used to do for their own kids.  It’s just a special time of year and these days I can spend more time relaxing with my pipe.  I hope upon hope Santa doesn’t give up his pipes.  A pipe is special this time of year.  It’s special any time of year, but it seems a pipe and Christmas go hand-in-hand.  This morning it is my Dunhill pipe with Good Stuff Menthol and my coffee is from Brazil.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave


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