Did I ever tell you about the time that Christmas was cancelled at my house?
I was a little kid.
My Father was dead.
My Mother was left with three little children.
Like all little kids, we were excited for Christmas.
It turned out to be the worst Christmas ever.
Mother was upset.
I did not know why but I felt as if I had done something wrong.
There were no presents under the tree.
All was quiet.
I am an adult now.
No more tears.
There was no Christmas tree.
No mistletoe.
No twinkling lights.
When there’s no room under the tree for presents…
A charming vignette with echoes of simpler times.
In the chaos and horror of today’s world, it would be easy to assume that life was easier in “the good old days”.
A study of history teaches us otherwise. Life has never been idyllic for many people at all time.
The holiday parties are in full swing.
Families and friends are coming and going.
It’s a wonderful time to celebrate.
It’s a wonderful time to remember those who are alone.
It’s a wonderful time to remember the disenfranchised and the marginalized.
It’s a wonderful time to remember the true meaning of Christmas.
Here we are in December!
These are my last “free” days before the fluster and flurry of the holidays begin. Continue reading “Deer in the Headlights”
Lori Greer in Portland 