Old man Winter I was thinking I might have a wee chin wag with you today ( … it’s a long story involving hauling multiples of water buckets for horses and goats and llamas, really you don’t want to know.) but I changed my mind. I say bring it! Let it rip! Let us have a great dump of snow. A big one, so flipping big we can’t open the front door. Like my Grandpa in Switzerland.He used to say when he was a boy he could literally ski off his roof because of the amount of snow that fell where he lived.That’s a nice picture isn’t it? It is what my yard apes dream of so they don’t have to go to school.
Maybe I will feel a little more ‘Christmasy’ and less like avoiding the dreaded shopping malls and the heaps of commercial holiday BS rammed in my face.
You reminded me today of Winters and Christmas holidays when I was a kid. When we had real icicles hanging from our houses.Not LED strings of icicles. When I used to count the colours of the lights on the house eaves from my childhood bed to fall asleep. A chant that went like this…. green, red, pink, yellow, orange,blue, green, red, pink, yellow, orange, blue, …. repeat. Some times the combo was mixed up due to a burnt out light or a replacement.
You reminded me of frozen farmers fields we would skate on and the hot cocoa dotted with mini marshmallows apres skate along with the oh so frozen feet and hands. So freaking frozen it hurt to put them near the heat. The days of a real wood burning fireplace to warm up by. The waiting for Christmas or Japanese oranges to come out in the grocery stores. Sheesh’, now they are out everywhere in full force before Halloween, for crying out loud. Way to wreck a great tradition big box stores.BTW~ on the topic, please stop playing Christmas Carols in November. Sheesh.
You reminded me of school Christmas concerts and getting to wear our ‘best’ outfits. Of all my Moms home baked treats like Nanaimo bars, snowballs, shortbread, sausage rolls. Of retro chip and dip bowls full of ripple potato chips and french onion dip, and the coveted soda pop we were ‘allowed’. Just at Christmastime. For me it was 7~up. Seriously that was a big fat hairy deal in our house.
Thank you old man Winter for today. You got me popping with the Spirit. I still don’t feel like buying anything yet mind you because we all know it isn’t about the presents. I know that. I do however remember wanting an easy bake oven as a 8 year old so bad I could taste it. I still remember the smell of the wrapping paper and the thrill of guessing what could be hiding under that mystery wrap. Those little tags with “love, Santa” scribbled on them. I LOVE it!
I want to see and feel that excitement again. I want to be a kid again. Sadly, that is not possible as I have three monkeys now of my own and as much as I am a ‘grownup’ somewhere inside my worn and older exterior I carry a childlike sense of wonder still . I feel the need to pass some of that sparkle on to them. To have traditions that they can talk about when they are all grown up on the outside. I hope they always keep a sense of ‘the magic in believing’ on the inside. Right now they are sceptical teenagers and their happiness factor goes up and down depending on the state of what’s in the cupboard or fridge to eat. They say I am weird and I say I don’t give a rats ass. I adore the thought of Santa flying through the night sky with his string of magical reindeer delivering presents to each and every child in the whole entire world. Like I always say, you gotta believe in the MAGIC or the magic won’t happen.
What are your favourite holiday traditions? What do you hope to pass on to your children?