Ahhh âŠ ainât it wonderful? Itâs the day after Santey came bringing you and your household a Chevy Suburban chock-full of new â what you think are â state of the art electronic gizmos and gadgets which should make you happy for years on end. And, you have the credit card debt to prove it.
As I get ready to mark the first Christmas without my husband â which as anyone who has walked this path will tell you is no easy undertaking â I'm borrowing on the Norman Vincent Peale premise of "The Power of Positive Thinking."
In that vein, I'm turning my focus toward special memories of the 37 wonderful Christmases we had together.
There are some funny times, some hectic times, some frantic times, some times overshadowed with illness and loss. But through them all was the deep, abiding love we were blessed to share.
Unless you have been living under a rock for the past several months, you know the story of the Mayan calendar and how it is said to predict the end of the world as we know it on December 21, 2012. Hence, the countdown has begun.
T-minus one year and counting.
I usually remain silent when I hear someone cluck "I'm all finished with my Christmas shopping."
It especially grates on my nerves when I hear this uttered about September or so. Some who say such seem to do so with an air of "I'm so perfect that I can't imagine doing it any other way."
To my ears, they speak with foreign tongue.
I have a friend who sometimes completes her shopping as early as July. It's amazing that we've had enough in common to remain friends for 35 years.
Every once in a while my son will holler, âDad, why is the Internet so slow? Iâm only about 25 (megabits per second.)â I know thatâs a bunch of hogwash because we have fiber-optic-based Verizon FIOS and we pay a pretty penny for 75/35 (megs per second up and down, respectively) and unless thereâs something really wrong it seldom deviates more that 10 percent â if that.
I'm old enough to remember when a doll was a doll.
That's it. It was a doll and nothing else. Period.
I had lots of dolls that didn't do anything but exist. They had no switches or strings or other devices to make them do things.
To make them wonderful, it took only one thing: Imagination.
And I had plenty of that.
My dolls became stowaways on ships, stars in movies, heiresses to great fortunes, investigators who were at the center of international plots. You name it; I could work them into a plot.