To my family

To my fandamily

Tis Christmas time and the belles that suppose to be ringing in your head and that happy uplifting spirit that comes around just about this time of the year seems so distant to your and my ears....

Christmas is never the same after you hit 30, after your first child, after a long hard year of work and trials and tribulations, it just seems like another day that people share and the meaning has totally eluded us. Have we forgotten, and no not the lecture about Christ our Saviour (as we all know that part) but have we truly forgotten how it felt when the middle of November crept up on us and your mom had all her ducks in a row for Christmas, the lunch menu planned, the tree up, the gifts all wrapped under the tree and somehow you felt that this day approaching was for you and your family. How proud were you? With all your friends as its holiday time and this time of the year just could not get better. No one really cared about the report cards that were suppose to come home to your parents, oh no, this is a ‘HAPPY TIME’

In hindsight, did we ever look back at how that day was planned throughout the year? Do we ever sit and think how every emotion we felt leading to Christmas day was manufactured by one person, the clothes that were sitting in the wardrobe for that special day, the shoes, the copious amount of food that would be presented, including deserts. Still do we sit and think about those days? What was so special about those days that we don’t see anymore, that we don’t feel anymore, that when we hear Christmas carols in the mall in November we get so despondent? What went wrong? Where did we lose that spirit?

I may have a hint of a clue, ... See when we were young and the world was just another big place, we had brave strong great mothers who carried the burdens of our lives (taking nothing away from dadas), who made sure that Christmas spirit was the one thing that we carried forward in our lives, and that it would be the one day that we would all be happy. Mothers pushed this idea for years, they broke their backs, and gave everything that a mother can possibly give. So did they not do a good enough job that we and they don’t feel that Christmas JOY anymore?  No my dears, tis we who have forgotten what our mothers have taught us, we have forgotten the little lessons of life that  mothers have taught us to be kind and gentle, to love our neighbours and family alike. Tis we who comment on other family members who visit, tis we who made it a set time that we eat, a set time for when people can visit, a set time for when things need to be done, tis we who get upset with the laughter of children in the next room while we watch the Christmas movie. Tis we who try to control Christmas and in the process we forget to show what the day really means, to show loved ones that the world is still good.

Tis we people who have lost the spirit, and we who long for the days that past, yet we still wonder why the spirit has eluded us the in the last years. We are the key to changing this, only we can choose to love life and be happy. I say let’s start now.... you never too old to start.... FORGIVE AND LOVE.....

Well there is one last thing left for me to say, I sincerely hope that you all have a wonderful merry Christmas filled with Love, Laughter and Life. May this be the year that you reconnect with the meaning of the day and to appreciate your mothers for what they taught you, and for us lucky enough to still have them alive, to shower them with more love than anything else. Remember we can never measure up to the gift of life.

LET YOUR FAMILY THIS FESTIVE SEASON KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THEM, MAKE IS MEMORABLE...

LOVE TO ALL....