Baby it's Cold Outside
One of the most memorable Christmas songs for me, and today it's true. It's cold out and the snow has been falling since early morning. The sun is out bright and shinning now, but snow this time of the year is magical. It brings memories of Christmas long past. As a child it was one of the most magical things I can remember.
Christmas always found me having difficulty sleeping the night before. These days I have difficulty sleeping for other reasons other than waiting up for Santa. Most of the time it is from physical pain or just not being able to hut down the thought process. Certainly as a child we had much less to worry about. If it were just the mere thoughts of what Santa was bringing life would be much simpler.
This year has been much different for me. With aging my body , even though mentally I feel like I am still a kid, my body tells me differently. From the worries of work and lack of for my husband the coming year and the possibility of not knowing how much longer my body will allow me to work, makes it difficult to to concentrate or to sleep at times.
I can remember when not being able to go Trick-or-Treating because of a cold became a disaster. If it were that simple now. Growing up in the mid 60's and early 70's was easier than now. My parents may have had difficulties but they soon found their way out of it. It seems as soon as you dig out and get a breath the tide has changed. My mother after all the years she wondered what she would do when I was in school soon started in the work force. I wasn't until I was an early teen that she started working in a factory where she made good money for that time. It was hard work but she started getting things and doing things for herself. She was finally able to once she and daddy were both working at good paying jobs. When she was approaching retirement her life changed again. The time in which she would have like to travel and do things passed. Now that she could, she no longer, according to her, wants to. Which is good I guess since now she takes care of my 9o + year old grandmother.
Tomorrow is Christmas and I look forward very much to seeing my family. I do wish however that the simple Christmas's of my youth would return. The most cherished ones seems to be of them and the ones of when my son was small. Seeing Christmas through the innocence of child is one of the most wondrous ones I can think of. I have seen Christmas for a short time this year through that of my granddaughter and I envy her wide-eyed innocence.
When it comes down to it, Christmas started with a child. The child of Christmas was born to a King sized bed made of straw and wood, the coldness of winter into a world that was dark. It might well be that it should be remembered this Christmas Eve that the miraculous birth be remembered and what a child brought to the world.
Christmas always found me having difficulty sleeping the night before. These days I have difficulty sleeping for other reasons other than waiting up for Santa. Most of the time it is from physical pain or just not being able to hut down the thought process. Certainly as a child we had much less to worry about. If it were just the mere thoughts of what Santa was bringing life would be much simpler.
This year has been much different for me. With aging my body , even though mentally I feel like I am still a kid, my body tells me differently. From the worries of work and lack of for my husband the coming year and the possibility of not knowing how much longer my body will allow me to work, makes it difficult to to concentrate or to sleep at times.
I can remember when not being able to go Trick-or-Treating because of a cold became a disaster. If it were that simple now. Growing up in the mid 60's and early 70's was easier than now. My parents may have had difficulties but they soon found their way out of it. It seems as soon as you dig out and get a breath the tide has changed. My mother after all the years she wondered what she would do when I was in school soon started in the work force. I wasn't until I was an early teen that she started working in a factory where she made good money for that time. It was hard work but she started getting things and doing things for herself. She was finally able to once she and daddy were both working at good paying jobs. When she was approaching retirement her life changed again. The time in which she would have like to travel and do things passed. Now that she could, she no longer, according to her, wants to. Which is good I guess since now she takes care of my 9o + year old grandmother.
Tomorrow is Christmas and I look forward very much to seeing my family. I do wish however that the simple Christmas's of my youth would return. The most cherished ones seems to be of them and the ones of when my son was small. Seeing Christmas through the innocence of child is one of the most wondrous ones I can think of. I have seen Christmas for a short time this year through that of my granddaughter and I envy her wide-eyed innocence.
When it comes down to it, Christmas started with a child. The child of Christmas was born to a King sized bed made of straw and wood, the coldness of winter into a world that was dark. It might well be that it should be remembered this Christmas Eve that the miraculous birth be remembered and what a child brought to the world.
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