Still, in search this year to find my Christmas spirit, I came across an oldie I had all forgotten about. The short film, now 75 years old made me smile. The little girl inside me will never die. Eyes wide open, watching the same way others might watch an action movie. I can’t help it. I have grown older, I have grown up, but part of me will stay a youngster forever.
Tonight I will attack the reindeer, solely to make my husband happy, who bought the damn wonderful decoration last week without my permission. He is grounded from garage sales and estate sales, a fact he seems to ignore quite frequently.
We have lost so much when we became house-less (homeless) and he is still, even though many years later, trying to compensate for it. How different we react. I have become a minimalist who is boycotted quite frequently -and very successfully- by a hoarder in the making -if I would let him.
I often joke and call him The Leader of the Packrats, and he smiles. Life leaves scars, he has his and I have mine and we are bound together and forever by it.
Opposites attract. He keeps buying, I keep donating. One thing comes in, one goes out. Secretly he goes through the donation boxes behind my back, tries to rescue the old shirts he can’t wear anymore, and hides them in the garage, where I find them and put them back in the donation bin. He is just like my grandmother, who never could throw a thing away after she had survived World War I and II.
We heard of a family in need and The Leader of the Packrats is now on his way to the Resale Shop to find bargains for the four kids they have.
I called the lady from isupportthegirls.org asked her to come by and pick up the last bra donations. We have become friends, got to know each other. I haven’t stopped collecting since last year when I started. This time I have three large Chewy boxes full of bras and feminine hygiene products for the women in the battered-women shelter. I told my new friend about my missing Christmas spirit.
“You have the right spirit love, Christmas is about giving and you are doing it,” she said and I wondered. Perhaps I have been searching for the spirit at the wrong places?
I am getting there, I am getting there slowly.
Merry Christmas! š xo
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I reckon the isupportthegirls lady has it right Bridget. And there is no reason why we have to restrict our true Christmas spirit to just a couple of days. Carry on the great work and have a lovely Christmas however you choose to spend it.
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I don’t remember many childhood Christmases. Except this one …. must have been 4 or 5.
My older sister woke me at about 4 AM and yelled, “Santa brought you a doll!”
I never forgave her for spoiling the surprise. š¦
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Some things we never forget.
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I too am seeking that elusive spirit – too much sadness around because of two deaths in our family in two weeks and other unpleasant things happening. This afternoon I will, however, decorate the little Christmas tree I picked from next to the country road yesterday and do my best to haul that festive spirit from somewhere before my grandchildren arrive š
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It’s a process this year isn’t it? As you know, I share your sadness and I am trying hard to cope with it. I hope you decorated the little tree nicely -as I know you did.
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You are definitely getting there. Maybe this extract from a longer post of mine, https://derrickjknight.com/2012/07/01/surprise/
“Perhaps I’ll just mention Father Christmas’s Reindeer which was, as often, wheeled out for the occasion. Ā On one of our first Christmas mornings in Newark when Sam and Louisa were small, Jessica and I were awakened by excited cries from these two rushing up the stairs. Ā ‘Mummy, Mummy’, they shrieked, ‘Father Christmas has left a reindeer behind’. Ā For some reason their mother was convinced I’d had something to do with it. Ā As they rushed into our bedroom she turned to them and said: ‘Your father’s an idiot’. Ā The reindeer is a large wooden carving from Bali. Ā Father Christmas told me that.”
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Oh, that’s too funny. Thanks you for sharing. š
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