AND I SAY “MERRY CHRISTMAS”!
AND I SAY “MERRY CHRISTMAS”!
It was cold. Or was it cold? Or did it even matter to a 5-year-old who was going out to buy a Xmas tree with her parents and sister on Xmas eve?
Looking back, I remember only the smell of pine trees and my parents doing their thing in finding the best and most perfect tree. I can still see my dad being instructed by my mother to pick a tree up if bunched with many others, holding it in an unobstructed area of the tree lot so that she could assess the pros and cons of form and fullness in 360 modes.
As my father, with cigarette hanging male-style at the corner of his mouth quietly obeyed Mom’s instruction in turning and turning and turning the tree around so she could evaluate if any empty branch areas could be put against the wall to hide the bareness because the rest of the tree was picture-perfect.
The four of us eventually, through much time of trial and error sauntered off with the Tree of the Year!
Once home typically this perfect tree was too tall so my dad using his big ol’ rusty saw (he wasn’t into carpentry) and lack of composition and creativity would do a full-on lob to square the top off with just enough room to put the crowning angel ornament on the top.
It always looked a bit odd when seeing its now perfect/imperfection however I knew that my attention was simply in writing a letter to Santa, putting out cookies and milk and hurriedly getting to bed so that I could meet the morning in magical splendor.
Early in the morning I would wake and yell out to my parents who were still sleeping due to being up all night decorating our now imperfect/perfect tree and wrapping presents, “Can I get up?” which always resulted in no response or be told “In a minute!” to which I would in my small anal self, count to 60 over and over until…”Okay, you can get up now!”
Wow, the excitement and absolute magic I got to see first thing with colored lights and bulbs and garland and in those days tinsel adorning our tree which was now nothing but Perfect along with tons of presents in our on assigned area under the tree. And one year there was even a puppy with bow awaiting my sister and I which in hind site filled my heart with a particularly special joy that has yet to be matched.
My point of why I am sharing this is when the politically correct police came out with no longer being able to say Merry Christmas I was and still am incensed. My inner child is livid and with her hands on hips, shoulders back/chest out/legs apart in a standing mode she still insists on claiming her right to exclaim her memories of joy in sharing this salutation to any and all with whom she comes in touch.
I get some push-back from friends etc. that remind me of this non-sensical ‘rule’ that I/we are to abide by however, for anyone who cares to listen I am simply sharing that my memories of this magical time by proclaiming “Merry Christmas” is my/our way of extending the life and energy of a beautiful moment to as many people as I can.
Energy begets energy and the Universe will mirror back what we feel and then we attract more of it and so does the rest of the world, so this is my gift to reach everyone on the planet one atom/molecule/subatomic particle etc. at a time.
Why then is it wrong to say out loud what is in your heart and share that joy with others? Why need anyone take offense of this? Why oh why can’t people simply stay in their lane and stop blurring the lines of happiness? And lastly, why do we buy into this change?
You say Happy Hanukkah to me I take it as a kindness from someone of that faith; Happy Kwanzaa and Happy anything that defines this time of year for you and the sharing of this is in no way an offense to me but a way of creating connection with others.
All said it is shared as an extension of loving kindness, an honoring of one’s faith and of others and respect for all. All said it is time to share more love, more wonderful stories, more kindness.
All said I say to you, MERRY CHRISTMAS from my heart.
To your brilliance growing daily
P.S. Webinar today December 23rd at 11am PST. Please join Charlie and me for some stories about our personal holiday and what those memories mean to us today.
We’ll also be sharing ideas of what we will be bringing in the New Year as we “up our bar” for you to help assist in how to do the same for yourselves!!
Be there to share your memories too as we always love to hear from you!
