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Chimneys, Santa, and Pearls

So, I’ve been absent from friendburst for a while. I hear I haven’t missed to much, and I’ve been mad reading blogs trying to catch up. I was down to about half load, but then new blogs took there place.

So, what’s had me so busy? November and December have been scarey months for me. Three family members were having health scares. Hubby was staying sick from treatments more than usual, which is never good; Mom was suspected to have cancer and was having to do tests constantly; and my grandfather was put in the hospital with chest pains and trouble breathing. I stayed in a state of panic, and every time the phone rang, I felt as if I was gonna stop breathing. But alas, all worked out. Hubby is doing better; Mom was cleared- no cancer; and Grandpa lives to see another day.

I was able to settle down and enjoy Yule. We had a nice family meal together- Roast, coleslaw, and potato salad. It was very peaceful and enjoyable.

I received a very thoughtful Yule gift from my Hubby today. (It was in shipping.) He gave me a granite Molcajete. I had always wanted one, but would never buy one. He didn’t realize that, when he had picked it out. It was the same one, I had been looking at for a couple of years now. I don’t usually get anything, unless I know, it’s going to be the one functional thing I will need and use. Anyway, how he managed to get the same exact one I had contemplated over is beyond me, but it was very thoughtful. I am looking forward to meditating and seasoning it for the next week, as well as, using it for many years to come.

The next few days will be spent baking, visiting with family, and doing Christmas activities. It should be enjoyable.

Christmas memories are always fun to share.

When I was little, I grew up in a house that had a chimney. Dad always put the fire out in plenty of time for the chimney to cool before Santa came. One year Dad had a party, and they didn’t put out the fire. I remember being upset. Dad said he was gonna be up, and he would let Santa in the back door, get him something to eat and drink and help him. So, that settled me down. I made sure to tell Dad that he had to give Santa a message for me. The message was “Thank you for all your hard work, and please tell the elves and Mrs.Clause thank you too.” Dad smile, and said he would give him my message.

Later during life, we moved. I remember being upset, because Santa wouldn’t be able to find us, and on top of that, we didn’t have a chimney. Imagine my despair. Well, Dad let me know that a lot of families didn’t have chimneys. When that’s the case he uses the door with a key or he parents let him in. We move towards the end of the year, so I was bothered he didn’t know where we were. Mom said she had called and let him know.

When you’re little, everything is so new, so exciting, and so unknown. Parents become the fascinating story tellers that spin the memories of childhood and keep innocence alive. I asked a lot of questions and was met with some pretty good stories 🙂

As far as, favorite Christmas presents as a kid. I liked everything.

My favorite now, that I know the whole story as an adult.

Has to be a pearl ring I received when I was in early teens. My Grandma had gone of vacation, had been digging for oysters, and had found a pearl. She and my parents had gotten together, picked out a setting, and had the pearl put in. I loved that ring the minute I saw it, but I didn’t know the story until ten years ago. Grandma had wanted it to be from Santa. She was a great lady, and I miss her so much. She’s what I miss most at Christmas time 🙂 She crossed over in 1987.

Happy Holidays Everyone! Much love and peace.