Christmas has left gently closing the door behind her,
Eggnog stains and chocolate wrappers the only reminder.
The garlands and wreaths have come off the door,
The wrapping paper, ribbons and bows in the way no more.
The Santa hats and stockings lovingly folded and packed away,
Infused with the laughter and cheer of that magical day.
The reindeer on pause, a vacation for Santa Claus.
Seasonal movies pushed to the back of the shelf,
We are left with Yuletide blessings and wealth.
Today the work week once again starts,
Let’s keep Christmas living in our hearts.
Its that time again! Back to work tomorrow malgré moi . Exactly one year ago on the day the work week started after the holidays I posted this blog.
It is the eleventh month of the year.
Here in Canada it is the month we remember the fallen and celebrate our veterans. It is the end of the fiscal year in many business organizations .
It is the month before that crazy month of December when many of us celebrate Christmas and the end of the calendar year .
It is the month when we turn back our clocks to observe Savings Time and thus it is dark , often raining and typically the beginning of cold weather .
For me personally it is a time when I sleep, I read, I listen to music, I reflect and… repeat .
I check-in with myself and review what I “KNOW”.
I KNOW that my feet are planted in the right part of the hemisphere.
I KNOW that the people who’s faces adorn the photographs scattered throughout my home are the right people.
I KNOW that I have brought more joy this past year than I have caused pain.
I KNOW that while there are some persons who don’t understand and who disagree with me there are more people who love me .
I KNOW that though I am starting to forget things I learned many new things this year .
I KNOW who I was, who I am and who I aspire to be .
Though I am unsure of exactly what detours I will be forced to make along the way I KNOW I am on the right path.
I KNOW the souls who are accompanying me are the right souls.
I KNOW how blessed I am.
How interesting that I would come across an article this morning about the benefits of growing up with your cousins as I have been pondering that very sentiment for the last couple of weeks now.
By definition I am an only child. I am a single child issued of one man and woman who did not sire any other children.
That is however the ONLY instance in my life where the word “only” child pertains to me.
My mom and dad came forth from a family of 7 and 5 siblings. Those siblings had 23 children between them.
Both mom and dad were close to their brothers and sisters and consequently I was surrounded by the love, teasing, nurturing and general mayhem that was my birthright of ; if not a large family then certainly an “enlarged ” family.
I was submerged in a veritable army of children and parents from the time I arrived in this world kicking and wailing more than half a century ago.
We summered together, spent Christmas together, celebrated Birthdays together and traveled together. What a merry band we were!
I was blessed with a multitude of moms and self proclaimed brothers and sisters.
What is even more magical is we are all still friends, we still form a beautiful posse and the consensus is we would choose to spend time together even if we were not family.
I am proud that we still gather to this day and that our children also spend time together. I am a better person for having grown up with them .
I am NOT nor will I EVER be an