On the first day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
A Partridge in a Pear Tree
It is hard to believe that in only twelve more days it will be Christmas. Today I spent a large part of my day working on Christmas goodies and also baskets that I will give out to friends and family. I wondered earlier last month how and why I was so far ahead with all of my shopping and such. I guess the fates know best as things came up at the beginning of the month which required my attention and time. If I had not had so much completed ahead of time I would have been in some pickle right now.
My blogging has suffered somewhat yet I know that all of you understand and are yourselves juggling things during this time of year. I have not even put up the Christmas tree and not sure if I will. I have my Yule cards around the house from friends and family. Some have the sweetest notes inside. I just love the wonderful friends I have found in blog land. I planted my amaryllis and they are coming up nicely although I do not think they will all bloom in time for Christmas. Winston sports his festive doggy collar around... I love how he jingles...
The smell of the goodies in the kitchen today helped somewhat with getting me in the spirit of the season. Wrapping presents also did some good. I know that a trip to my grand kids will also make me smile, although I have no idea when we may be able to get up that way.
My oldest son will be spending Christmas with us this year. Vince and I are looking forward to it as we did think it would only be the two of us. So the three of us will enjoy the time together in a quiet manner.. Of course I will make lots of goodies to eat and there will be the usual festive drink yet I am sure it will a quiet time.
As this year draws to its end I am reminded of priorities and the importance of those who are dear to us. As a mother it is hard sometimes to hold my tongue and not say something I may desperately wish too. Yet I have learned by experience that as ones kids grow that they have to learn from their mistakes as much as when they were young. It is my task to be there when they finally do see that light and comfort them as they need to be. I have always loved being a momma. This is probably why I love being a GG too. I think I born to be an old mother hen.
As we start into these last days leading to Christmas, may your time be filled with reminders of the joy that can be found each day in the simple things in life.