Posts Tagged ‘Christmas’


Dust, broken and shattered baubles coupled with a fallen bell on the head all combined into an eventful Christmas shake down. What is it about the echo and dead feeling in the house when the glamour of Christmas is gone. The rooms feel bigger, and somehow more tidy. Yet, in that spacious organised space comes a feeling of “what now?”

Everything was so wrapped up in the Christmas hysteria and mayhem, all bow tied and glitter positive. Now however comes the reality of those previously hidden corners behind the twinkling tree. The walls that need painting and the life issues we stuffed behind Christmas for two weeks. Bills, depression and even a feeling of no particular direction in life.

How could the butt of 2012 be so reindeer jumper positive and yet now we suffocate in our 2013 dread.


The answer is hope and a outward looking optic!

Christmas is a bank signing cheques of hope, cashing them in for each every cracker pulling, mince-pie eating person on this planet. Sadly, come January many of us forget about the value of this precious currency and simply slip into a mind of worry.

The world did not stop when you kicked worry under the cabinet and wheeled out a plastic Santa in front of it for two weeks in December and it will not stop now when you keep that hope within our hearts.

Each of us has a purpose and potential greatness waiting for us in 2013. Don’t allow the size of your life, like the tree-less room, to con you into staring at old bare patches in your life. Sure things looked brighter and fuller over Christmas but you were there then and you are here now. 

You make the moment, not the tinsel, baubles and Christmas trees. You know that pull you feel inside when you dream of “Now What?”, Well it was put there long before 2013 became a flip of a calendar page closer. You are in 2013 on purpose and with purpose. You know it so start saying it!

“2013 will be my year because I am here in it !”


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While the turkey is still making it’s way to it’s final watery resting, I thought I would race through the most bizarre and random sayings of our family Christmas…fun perhaps and yes I have a blog and a wide audience so tough cheese to my fellow brothers, sisters, in-laws and parents.

#10 “Name something that is red?” ….. Answer given “A newspaper”

# 9   “Isn’t a stock market and a farmers market the same thing?”

#8    “I don’t tell lies, I just get carried away when telling the truth

#7    “I am going to lose a stone before the end of January. Oh, an you hand me over the pudding”

#6     “Name something black and white?”..answer given “A gorilla!”  Trip to the zoo needed I think.

# 5 “Can these things give an electrical….ouch!”

#4 Question “Name something you would bring to the gym?” Answer ” Steroids”. What the……

# 3 Question “Name something that is red?” Answer given “The Sea..Like the Red Sea!” What goes on in peoples heads.

#2 “The Turkey exploded!”

#1 “Can you go to the shop and get me toilet roll and curry sauce” hmmm…

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Inspired by Nat King Cole…

Here is a little story that popped in my head while listening to this song…..


New York City Dec 1942

“Cold,mam I am cold!”

Rubbing her floured white hands on a red apron that had seen many a kitchen escapade, frayed as it was into tassels, his mother answered as she walked across the fourth floor room-come-apartment. “I know, I know George pet, I know.” Swooping up the hair licked, ginger mopped, eight year old and embracing hard, she continued. “But come away from the window and get ready for bed. It’s Christmas Eve and soon Santa will be here.”

A container of rumbling excitement, balancing cliff edge style on the back of a tattered arm chair, George forced his button nose squashed flat against the watery window pane. “But I have to be awake when I get my present mam. It is what I asked Santa for.”

Not that it made much difference, toys were low on his twenty something year old mother list, but Louise was curious about this top secret Santa list. George had given it into a store Santa. War time had not stopped the ritual visit to Santa just the resources to meet them. While there George slipped it into Santa’s hand, said not a word, no lap sitting either. Just a drop off and it left Louise wondering and with two weeks to Christmas she thought she would have got it out of him, but no, silence!

And here we were on Christmas Eve and he still kept his list to himself.

“But I will do you a deal”, George chirped, lips whipped into a cheeky grin. “I will put on my night shirt and do my teeth, eh!” Jumping off to his room, Louise ruffled his hair, sighed a half laugh, and went to cut him off from a return to the living room.

Cut off at the bathroom, George was detoured to his bed and persuaded to have a slight rest before Santa arrived with the mysterious gift.

Within minutes he was off in snooze land and Louise wiped a tear away as she shoved some fruit into an old stocking and carefully hung it by his bed. So little, but war is war and metal was precious and so was money.


Heavy footsteps on the hall outside the apartment ran through George like a volt of lightening and woke him with a start. Santa had brought his present. He knew the sound of heavy boots so well. He had heard them rumble through the hall ways for months now, and then float off in the distant sounds as he watched an untwisted door handle. However, this night was different. This night, Santa was sorting things out, so George sat up, rubbed his eyes and confidently awaited the front door to open. He listened and peeked through the barely open crack of his bedroom door as his mother remained dozing on the couch.

“Oh she is going to love this!” George said, hardly able to whisper. His voice breaking into a squeak.

True to his letter, the boot stomps were coming nearer and nearer. And then the thrill!!! Army green. Santa had done it…..

George knew the colour of an army uniform and he could see it as his mother, awakened by the knocking, opened the front door. The arm stretching in and then, so strange, it retracted and Louise closed the door.

“Santa?” asked George, watching bemused as Louise slumped to the floor crushing the card in her hand…..

“No George, it ….it ” Louise replied through snot and bubble tears.

“I know he got it wrong”, George stammered. “I should have been more clear it my letter, but I couldn’t spell and I wanted it for a surprise for you.”


“Daddy to come home, my Christmas list”, George wrapped himself around the bundle of sobbing mess that Louise had turned into. He was only eight, but he knew when mammy needed hugs. “And Santa just brought a card from him, I am sorry mammy!”

Daddy never did come home, like so many others that Christmas he just sent a card…


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