What do YOU want under your tree?
When I was a little girl all I wanted for Christmas was “a
tea party”. My parents made sure I received just what I desired: a
short-legged, little table with two chairs, a tea set consisting of four, tiny
cups, matching saucers, and a squat tea pot that held real tea. Oh, and I was
given a baby doll for good measure. In an ancient, photo album somewhere is a
faded, black and white photo to prove it. It’s a picture of contentment.
When I grew older, I was given a record player along with a
33 rpm record of Johnny Mathis (really!) and fortunately, one of the Beatles.
(Most youngsters, and perhaps a few adults, this day and age, wouldn’t have a
clue!) I always loved Christmas, and in my house, it was Christmas. My parents
were churchgoers, believers. That’s just the way it was. I grew up saying,
“Merry Christmas!” and that’s okay!
Today, I say more: Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Seasons Greetings,
Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Joys of the Season, and Peace on Earth. (And I
apologize for leaving out any number of other salutations that fit the season.)
It is not my intention to offend anyone. For me, all it means is that I hope
everyone, no matter what one believes, is content this winter as the hubbub of each
celebration revs up and then winds down.
So, what do I want under my tree this year? I want love and
peace. I want patience, contentment, and tolerance. I want good health and
happiness. I want to wallow in sweet memories. And, yes, to round it all out,
I’m looking forward to those hot, red Valentino sunglasses I plucked off the
“sunglass tree” at my husband’s office. Ho! Ho! Ho!
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