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I’ll Be Home for Christmas

09 Dec

ELEANOR’S CHRISTMAS LETTER TO FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND BLOG FANS

Do you know what I’ve discovered?  No matter how hard I try, I don’t have anything original to say about Christmas.  I’ve almost worried myself into a heart attack this week trying to come up with something pithy to say in my 2011 Christmas letter.  I got nothing—bupkis!   It’s all been done.  After days of fretting, the only thing I can say is that my three favorite Christmas stories are A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation by John Hughes, and The Christmas Story by Jean Shepherd.  Put those three stories together (which I watch every year) and you’ll get my humorous take on all things Christmas.

I will tell you that in my 63 years of existence, my Christmases have been touched by horror and by deep pain, but they have also been graced with weird wonderment and joy, while being tangled up in multiple cords of three-twined commercialism, with massive bows of:  if the family portrait of what you think Christmas is supposed to be can go wrong, it will go wrong.  My first Christmas was my first memory in life (three years old), and it found me trying to rescue my one and only toy off the top of a frozen eviction pile heaped high outside a padlocked house in The Cleve, while my mother dissolved into her first wave of schizophrenia right before my eyes.  But that is the opening to my memoir (When Monsters Come Out to Play), so that Christmas story can’t be told here but hopefully will have the good fortune of being published next year.  Are you listening, Santa, Baby?

You can imagine since I met my husband (White and Wonderful) thirty-eight years ago, that I have tried to “live the Christmas dream” I never had when it came to creating a wonderful holiday for my children.  I always thought that if Christmas was great for the kids, then it would translate to our children all was right with the world.  Sometimes I hit the target right in the bull’s-eye, and sometimes I missed it by a mile.  Because as a family, you’ll never know who or what’s going to show up (or not show up) on any given Christmas, given the fine print on every family Christmas photo that says, “Have a Merry Christmas, but don’t forget when it comes to humans—all kinds of shit can hit the fan.”

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All of us have the illusion that the “heart” of our family Christmases should look like an 1800’s postcard which shows an adoring family, grateful for their modest gifts (no brats screaming in protest about the presents they didn’t get), wise and caring grandparents (not grumpy or cranky at all), and contentment with our lot in life, because we’ve only known good bounty from the hand of a loving God.  Even I have this Christmas illusion which is pretty pathetic because there are never any black people to be found in these “perfect” portraits.  Have you ever noticed that?

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If I were putting paint on canvas, my portrayal of Christmas would always be with warm colors, cordial people (including black and brown people all over the painting), loving smiles full of laughter and joy, and lots of good food and drink.  No one would ever get sick—no one would ever be short-tempered.  No family member would ever get Alzheimer’s, and no women would get breast cancer.  No planes would ever be late traveling home for Christmas, no toilets would ever overflow, no parents would ever argue, no teenagers would ever run away, no one would die on or near Christmas, no parent would lose his/her job, and no home would be foreclosed upon.  But the problem we all live with is that we all have weird relatives (and we’re just a little bit crazy ourselves), patchy histories, economic downturns, latent jealousies, death in our midst, and unresolved hurts.  So when we gather together for the holidays we sit down before the Christmas tree with a powder-keg of the crazies in a Griswold moose glass for our family Christmas toast.

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation “Eggnog Moose Glass”/Google Image

Addams Family/Google Image

Some of us share Christmas with parents who love each other in a weird sort of way, but the kids are bat-shit crazy and borderline psychotic.  Of course, upon closer analysis of the extended family (uncle, grandmamma, and the butler), we see why the kids never had a chance to be sane and in reality should never be left alone with the uncle, grandmamma, or (god-forbid) Lurch, the butler.

The Griswolds (National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation)/Google Image

Before the economic downturn, many of us had slightly upper middle-class families where the husband worked at some ball-crushing job just living for his year-end bonus that he managed to lose just before Christmas.  That bonus would have made everything “perfect” for his family—from award-winning holiday lights and tree—to the perfect roast, perfect gifts, and ultimate Christmas family portrait.  The only problem is that neither he nor his family is perfect, and no matter how upper-middle class you and I become, we’ll always have the type of relatives who join us for the holidays because we have money and they don’t, who proudly announce:  “Shitters full!”  They belong to us for a reason—they are God’s gift to keep us humble.

 

The Gallaghers in “Shameless”/Google Image

There are a few of us (maybe a lot more now since the emergence of the 99%) who grew up with the Gallaghers (of Showtime fame) as a family, and we are a mess as a family unit—“every six ways from Sunday.”  This was more my type of family base as a kid—only instead of alcohol being the co-parent, schizophrenia was.

 

Huxtable TV Family/Google Image

Most of us would like to be the Huxtable family—smart and beautiful—with a lawyer and doctor for parents who are just perfect with children.  The children are smart, respectful, and never, ever do drugs or walk on the wild side.  All their family crises can be solved in 30 minutes.  This is the exact type of family I tried to recreate with my own children once I became an adult (with an uber-Christian patina), given my ignoble beginnings (minus two of the kids and recasting Bill Cosby as a white man to match WW, of course).  But unlike the TV sitcom where the events are controlled by writers, “shit happens,” and reality really messes with the Huxtable image in a way no sitcom script could ever convey and still remain funny.

I am discovering that we all have the ability to have a couple of perfect Christmases, but “perfect” is not always our due.  With the DNA of our families, the sins we’ve committed against each other, and the devastation of living on Earth and what it can do to us, all we can do is dip ourselves in love and hope for the best when we cross the same threshold.  This year our family will come together in its total configuration, for the first time in a long time, and we are beyond ecstatic about this holiday because we know more than life itself, it is about us all being together—laughing, eating too much, cuddling, watching movies, cooking together, and sharing portions of the scary stories of our journeys that have made us the resilient family that we are.  But before anybody steps foot in my house (family, friend, or fan), I’m making all my guests read and observe the following Christmas vacation rules:

Leave your egos at the door

Come together with a servant’s heart willing to help each other

Share (just like in kindergarten)

Let go of your anger

Embrace each other with love and forgiveness

Repent for the wrongs you’ve done to one another

Flush the memories of the hurts done to you down the toilet

Don’t rehash the past (what is done is done and it can’t be undone)

Appreciate everything you receive as a present, even if you don’t wear hats or listen to country music

Listen (really listen with every fiber of your being) to each other’s stories, because they carry multiple secrets about our joys, our pain, our hopes, and our dreams

For the uber-religious in our midst—turn down the volume and listen (don’t, I say, DON’T go ballistic like you did that time over an Obama for President button pinned to a wig-head stand [to tell you the truth, I had forgotten it was there], assuming you knew what I was thinking).  Remember, “When you assume, you make an ass. . .”

No disparaging gay jokes or racial humor!

  Bring genuine hugs and kisses because that works for all genders and races. 

For the “I don’t believe in God”—unplug your ears and listen, you may learn something.

Say “I love you” in a sincere manner at least once to every family member and friend before you leave.

No politics allowed!

We all know what you feel about everything—we’ve seen your Facebook pages, remember.  We’re just going to come together as “family” and our only political platform is love.

Actually, I didn’t quite get it right at the beginning of this Christmas letter.  My favorite Christmas story which infuses all Christmas stories is the original one—the birth of my Messiah, whose name they called “Immanuel.”   Immanuel means, “God with us,” and it means to me the hope and healing needed to survive our families and the other families of man that don’t quite get it right when it comes to cherishing our hearts and our existence, our bodies, and our dreams.

Merry Christmas to you and to us all

And

May the love of God be with you and yours, today and everyday!

In any case, if you need me or want to get in touch, I’ll be home for Christmas.  Love, Eleanor

The Author

“A scientist said, making a plea for exchange scholarships between nations, ‘The very best way to send an idea is to wrap it up in a person.’ That was what happened at Christmas. The idea of divine love was wrapped up in a Person.” – Halford E. Luccock

All text and photos by Eleanor and John Tomczyk © 2011 , except where otherwise noted.

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45 responses to “I’ll Be Home for Christmas

  1. composerinthegarden

    December 9, 2011 at 12:24 am

    Wonderful post, Eleanor; I may “borrow” your rules 🙂

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 12:29 am

      Hi Lynn: That’s what they are there for. Merry Christmas!

       
      • composerinthegarden

        December 10, 2011 at 11:44 am

        Eleanor, I was thinking of your post again last night. I went to a Christmas concert of the vocal group Take 6 (maybe you know their music) and heard the hippest and most tender version of “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” that I have ever heard. These are musicians who put the sass back into spiritual. So while I was listening to this glorious music I was thinking of your wise and funny post all over again. Just thought you might want to know . . . 🙂

         
      • etomczyk

        December 10, 2011 at 11:54 am

        Hi Lynn. Yes, I love “Take 6” and I have their version of “I’ll be Home for Christmas.” No one does acapella singing like Take 6. Thank you for circling back and commenting on my blog; I am deeply touched and it is the reason I write. All the best.

         
  2. lifeintheboomerlane

    December 9, 2011 at 12:31 am

    For not having anything original to say about Christmas, you wrote a beautiful post.

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 12:37 am

      Thanks Renee. I’ve really had a hard time of it this week trying to come up with something original and as I got out of bed this morning, completely brain-dead with writer’s block, I thought, well I’ll just write about how I have nothing original and it all began to flow. That’s so weird and scary for a writer. Thanks for appreciating the result. I’m really encouraged.

       
  3. Maggie

    December 9, 2011 at 1:02 am

    Wonderful post!!! Love the photo of the tree we remember well….also love the rules! Hopefully they can be followed for the sake of Peace!! If our Christmas is half as good as our Thanksgiving, we will be in good shape! Everyone worked together getting the meal ready, then we cleaned, played and laughed hard together!! I have loved this Christmas Season so far and plan to continue!! Keep writing my friend and know we love and miss you all!! Merry Christmas!

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 1:10 am

      Hi Maggie. Glad to hear you like my “Christmas letter.” Did you notice thst you have a “face.” I found out how to assign faces but WordPress does them randomly. Some guy wanted to know why I gave him a green face. Hey, the machine has a mind of its own. Sleep tight and thanks again for leaving a comment. ET

       
      • Maggie

        December 9, 2011 at 1:54 am

        Yes, I noticed I had a quirky little face….love it! I will figure out how to download mine one of these days. Love you and hope to see you over the holidays!!

         
  4. nonnie9999

    December 9, 2011 at 5:19 am

    eleanor, you know that i don’t celebrate christmas. there are 4 little kids i buy presents for, and as long as they like what i picked out for them, then i’m happy. that said, i wrap a mean christmas present (my son’s friends are always impressed).

    i hope you an WW and your entire family (and all your readers) have a wonderful, safe, happy, and healthy christmas.

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 8:40 am

      Hi Nonnie, Baby: Yes, I do know you don’t celebrate Christmas or I assumed so because you’ve told me you’re not religious nor do you believe in God. Of course, I’m not religious either (I don’t even go to church anymore), but I do loves me some Jesus. For several years, celebrating Christmas on a national scale was not an option when we lived in Israel and the family came back to the US the better for it. As we celebrated Chanukah, Yom Kippur, Pesach, and Sukkot, the Western Christmas got stripped of all that was ignoble about it. No Santa, no crazies, and no soul-destroying worship of commercialism. As my neighbors and friends would greet us during this timeframe with “Chag Urim Sameach” (Happy Chanuka), I understood something that I’d never known before. They were extending to me and mine well wishes and grace just like you did at the end of your comment, and life–for that brief moment–got a burst of joy. Your heartfelt blessings to me are well received and even though I was exhausted when I turned on this computer, I’ve got to tell you that you put a smile on my face, my very smart, very creative friend.

      Merry Christmas to you and yours right back at you! One of your many fans. ET

       
      • nonnie9999

        December 9, 2011 at 7:43 pm

        i’m not religious, but i’m not an atheist either. i’m jewish, and just not sure what lies beyond the mortal plane. as for jesus, he was a nice jewish boy, and i know his mother was proud (all jewish mothers are proud of their sons 😉 ).

        i feel very comfortable wishing a merry christmas to people who i know celebrate the holiday. after all, i can wish someone a happy birthday when it’s not my birthday. i usually go with the more generic happy holidays. i’m not insulted when someone wishes me a merry christmas, because i appreciate anyone wanting me to have a good day.

         
      • etomczyk

        December 9, 2011 at 8:20 pm

        Nonnie: Well said! You know Mary had to be the perfect Jewish Momma. Only a Jewish mother could rear a messiah. One of the first stories in the New Testament is how they get into a fight because she’s trying to control his power at a wedding. Supposedly, his mother goaded him into “doin’ his thing” (water into wine) when the host ran out of wine. One of the first questions I’m dying to ask him is: “Did your mother just piss you off something fierce”?

        One of these days, I’ll have to tell you about our first Yom Kippur celebration in Israel. We were trying to be so good so as not to offend our neighbors or our host country. We fasted approprately and followed the local Rabbi’s instructions to the “T”. Ha! All day long, we were tortured by the smells of our neighbors making french fries in our apartment building, and tormented by them dancing, and listening to rock music and partying. No matter how hard we tried to explain to the children what was happening and why they weren’t allowed to play outside, they just didn’t get what the hell we were fasting for and why! So much for things getting lost in translation. Happy Chanuka, stay cool, and all the best to you and yours 🙂

         
  5. aFrankAngle

    December 9, 2011 at 8:20 am

    Cheers Eleanor for capturing the spirit of Christmas through your unique way of taking readers on a journey to prove your point. Holiday blessings to you, everyone around you, and to all the readers here. Merry Christmas!

     
    • aFrankAngle

      December 9, 2011 at 11:38 am

      Hey …. whatsup with this? You have replied to everyone’s comment except mine! What kind of Christmas spirit are you carrying with you? (pssst …. I’m not telling anyone that you replied on my post). … So hey – start practicing what you preach woman before I come give you a Big Gulp drink and then lock all the bathroom doors!

      BTW – thanks for kind words about handbells. As far as church group’s go, we do well, especially for practicing only 75 minutes a week to “perform” once a month, and much more during Nov and Dec. Then again, we are nowhere near regional select groups … let alone the elites. So in the frantic nature of the holiday season, here is one for you … and this musicians can play.

       
      • etomczyk

        December 9, 2011 at 12:55 pm

        Frank: The performance of the bells was FABULOUS! You would have cracked up if you could have seen me dancing to this piece. What joy! Wow! Thank you so much for sharing it.

        As to not responding to your comment, I THOUGHT I HAD RESPONDED! You, my friend, just ran into one of my menopausal brain farts and I am so sorry. 🙂 That’s my only excuse and I’m sticking to it. Now back to another rerun of me and the Wizards in Winter shaking a tail feather! Merry Christmas to you and the honey! 🙂

         
  6. imagesbytdashfield

    December 9, 2011 at 8:30 am

    I would so love to sit down with you one day and have a chat over a “kawfee”. My first memory of Christmas was my mom (with dad standing away from the mess) trying to shove me towards a Santa standing on a corner at an outside mall. I wasn’t having no big fat white guy in a red suit. None lived in our neighborhood so he was an alien to me! Got so upset finally saying hi and getting a peppermint stick from him that before we left the mall – I threw up on the sidewalk. I’m sure momma said “I can’t take you nowhere, child!” LOL Love your Christmas rules!

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 8:56 am

      Hi T: Back at you with the sharing a chat over a “kawfee.” I’m sure it would be a delicioius conversation and go on for hours! Isn’t it weird how we assume as adults that what makes sense to us will just charm our children. Our babies spent the first several years of their lives in Israel. We did not do Santa with them on purpose. When we returned, my mother-in-law was scandalized to discover that my older daughter couldn’t pick Santa out of a line-up of characters in a book she was reading to my child. Grandma was so meanspirited over the subject that I had to jump in and rescue my hysterical baby who didn’t have a clue why she was being tormented by her grandmother over an imaginary fat man in a red suit. My mother-in-law got furious at me for failing my parental duties and stormed out of the room. Needless to say, we never went back to Grandma’s for Christmas ever again.

      May all that is good and lovely and wonderful about Christmas be to you and yours! Eleanor

       
  7. Tina

    December 9, 2011 at 9:11 am

    Nailed it. Thank you Eleanor. Every year I have to work myself up to it, especially the “don’t show ups.” Peace.

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 9:36 am

      Hi Tina: Yep, I had a few years of the “don’t show ups and wonder if they are alive” Christmases. I got through by focusing on the ones that did show up and basking in their love as I enveloped them in my love.

      Merry Christmas my very talented friend. May this season be full of joy and grace to you and yours. Eleanor

       
  8. becomingcliche

    December 9, 2011 at 9:32 am

    Oh, my gosh! “Don’t rehash the past!” I need to forward this to my entire family!

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 9:40 am

      Hi Becomingcliche: Ain’t it the truth! Holiday family gathering + alcohol + latent hurt feelings = familial disaster. Feel free to forward the entire list if it will bring peace on earth and good will to men (and women) to your family during this Christmas season. Cheers! Eleanor

       
  9. paintingsbysondra

    December 9, 2011 at 11:53 am

    Keep finding nothing to say because you keep nailing it! Can’t wait for your book!

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 12:55 pm

      Hey Sondra. Thanks for stopping by. Hope all is well. Miss you!

      xoxoxo, ET

       
  10. aFrankAngle

    December 9, 2011 at 1:11 pm

    Hey E-Tom,
    Glad to see that you liked the Wizards in Winter. Watch it again with this in mind. The players on the left (the high notes) frequently hold two different bells in EACH hand. (Usually the natural and an accidental). Each bell is at a right angle to the other, so the ringer turns their wrist to play a certain bell without ringing the other. Think of the motion of knocking on a door, and then turning your wrist so your thumb is facing you and ringing outward …. of course the same in the other hand, and also being able to read the music and turn the page. So watch it again with all this mind. … and hell no – I can’t do that, thus i play the lower bells —– but we don’t have the huge ones as this choir.

    BTW – the Raleigh Ringers (in this video) are well-known enough to tour. Watch for them in your area .. and of course they have a website.

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 1:20 pm

      Frank: I did notice all that. I watched it as a musician and a conductor for a while until I couldn’t help myself and my happy feet took over. It seems to me that one would need a lot of strength training in the wrist to do this–no?

       
      • aFrankAngle

        December 9, 2011 at 3:14 pm

        Definitely strength one the bigger bells, more flexibility, agility, and speed on the 4-in hand stuff with the smaller ones. Needless to say, those upper ringers are flying on this piece … and I get tried just watching them. The first time my wife saw this (and she is a ringer too), she was holding her breath in anxiety!

        Knowing that you are a musician, hence why I gave you a bit more info. 🙂 BTW – make sure you tell WW about me giving you the raspberries.

         
      • etomczyk

        December 9, 2011 at 4:01 pm

        LOL! WW will know you gave me the raspberries because he edits my posts and reads every comment. He’ll think it is funny because he loves it when I am teased.

        I can’t believe how fast those upper bells were moving. I was in awe. I love how you say your wife “is a ringer too.” That really hits my funny bone. I know what you mean, though, about how your wife held her breath in anxiety. Its as if you are on a roller coaster ride and you’re scared to open your eyes lest you fall off. I love music!

         
  11. theflameinside

    December 9, 2011 at 1:31 pm

    That is beautiful, Eleanor. I agree, Christmas is about sharing. It’s about love. It isn’t the time to bring people together for a two-day-late-Festivus celebration (ala Seinfeld). It’s not the time to air grievances.
    It’s just about love.
    I do my very best to share that with everyone I meet. Some of my friends have a very warm and rich history of Christmas. I hate the holiday (at least, what it’s become commercially), but I honor and respect the memories and traditions they’ve built. And I’ve built some of my own, for my small family. And I ask them to respect that, too.
    Your post made me laugh and made me smile and made me remember. I’m glad you invited me to visit your blog. I’ll be following you.
    And although Christmas, for us, hasn’t always been the picture perfect reality, it’s our reality. And I’m grateful for what I’ve had, and grateful that I get to be in control of what’s to come.
    Merry Christmas! God bless you!

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 1:48 pm

      Hi Cathy: Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving such a lovely comment. I love the name of your site and as I told you on your blog, your piece on Christmas was just heartwrenching, yet uplifting as well.

      Your comment–it’s just about the love–is so right on. It’s funny. I always thought I hated Christmas when I was young because I was poor. Once I got a little bit of money and my own family, I tried to construct the perfect Christmases for my children. That worked for a couple years until a series of painful events pulled the rug out from under us, and it made me realize that Christmas was nothing but about the love. The gifts are fine but the embodiment of love toward one another as shown to us in the original Christmas story was all there was to know and stive for. So glad I did’t die before I “got it.” Merry Christmas to you and yours and a very prosperous New Year.

       
  12. Sylvester James LeBlanc

    December 9, 2011 at 1:52 pm

    This was a really good and honest post. Thank you.

     
  13. Sunshine

    December 9, 2011 at 6:42 pm

    Alriiiighty then, I’m done, Eleanor you took care of everything needed to be said! I’m packing up for the holidays, see you next year…..I’ll leave my Christmas cookies since your rule #3 was share…so have at it. 🙂
    I bet your family get togethers are a hoot!
    God bless you and your loved ones!!!
    Loved reading this post too

     
    • etomczyk

      December 9, 2011 at 7:55 pm

      Hi Sunshine–yes, the family gatherings are a hoot. Laughter is the port of call. We play every game imaginable and watch every funny Christmas movie known to the Western world.

      Hope your Christmas is full of joy and much love. Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving a comment. All the best.

       
  14. Brenna Larson

    December 10, 2011 at 8:51 am

    Best Christmas letter EVER! Have a wonderful one, Eleanor!

     
    • etomczyk

      December 10, 2011 at 8:58 am

      Hi Brenna. I’ve missed you. Thanks so much for stopping by and a very, very “JOY FULL” Christmas to you and yours!

       
  15. An Observant Mind

    December 11, 2011 at 4:12 am

    Wonderful! I have to tell you we watch the Grizwalds as a family every Christmas eve, because it reminds us that no matter what happens tomorrow, our family isn’t as crap as this one! Having said that, there’s always this year, and there are no guarantees! Merry Christmas!

     
    • etomczyk

      December 11, 2011 at 9:23 am

      Hi Karyn: Yep, there are no guarantees. Merry Christmas right back at you. ET

       
  16. runitjojo

    December 12, 2011 at 9:30 pm

    I don’t think I would be able to make it through your front door! We definitely we share the same ideas of a perfect Christmas. Despite all the negativity that the church as an institution attracts, as you mentioned, i do miss the days when I believed in the church. my favourite christmas memories involve attending christmas eve and morning services and all those hymns of course. my family and i actually used to have sing alongs at home to further delve into the experience of christmas. and you know what, I’ve always envied the christmases of the The Winslows and Steve Urkel. Great post!

     
    • etomczyk

      December 12, 2011 at 10:30 pm

      Hi Joanna. Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving a comment. I know what you mean about missing the church at Christmas. I believe pagentry is meant to be a part of our lives because of the theater and the artistry help draw us closer to the “mystery” of it all. All the best and do come back again.

       
  17. wordsfallfrommyeyes

    December 13, 2011 at 3:05 pm

    This was great brave and outspoken HELLOOOOO CHRISTMAS. It was literally less than a week ago that I had seen my son wrote ‘xmas’ and I said the choice was his, entirely, but I wanted him to know that I hated seeing Christ taken out of Christmas. I said it is not too long to write, and it reminds us of the real meaning of Christmas. I left it at that but was AMAZED when he was saying the same sort of thing to his friend later in the afternoon. I thought that a good result!

    I think you’re going to have a BRILLIANT Christmas. I’m one of the socially isolated ones, not much going on. I could go to church but I don’t feel “part of it”. But I do wish you a great Christmas.

     
    • etomczyk

      December 14, 2011 at 7:13 am

      Thanks “Wordsfallfrommyeye.” I appreciate your Christmas blessings and wish the same to you and yours. Thanks for stopping by and leaving such a lovely comment. All the best.

       
  18. DesiValentine

    December 13, 2011 at 4:35 pm

    Lovely post, ET 🙂 I don’t ever remember having a perfect Christmas, though during the last few years with my kids the hours we get together on Christmas morning before it’s time to rush off to dinner with the extended family – those hours are golden. The lights haven’t made it onto the front of the house in about five years. Our decorations are things the kids have made and gifts we’ve sort of accumulated over time. Right now, though, it’s just about perfect for us. I’ll hold onto it for as long as I can!
    Merry Christmas, Eleanor. I hope it’s wonderful for you and your family 🙂

     
    • etomczyk

      December 14, 2011 at 7:17 am

      Hey Desi. As always, I love it when you drop by because your comments are such poetry, and they are always so encouraging. Merry Christmas to you and yours–especially those beautiful babies. Take care.

       
  19. morristownmemos by Ronnie Hammer

    December 21, 2011 at 8:27 am

    Hi, Eleanor,

    Morristown had a horrendous accident yesterday, which I wrote about on my blog; it is not one of my usually funny writings, but how can anyone joke about this news????

    Ronnie

     
    • etomczyk

      December 21, 2011 at 9:37 am

      Ronnie: I just left a comment on your blog. I had heard about the story but didn’t relate it to your town. I’m so sorry. Let’s all hug our friends and family a little longer and let go of any petty grievances we may have toward each other a lot faster. All the best. Life is way too short.

       

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