Finished Now!

I think I have finally finished the major Christmas shopping. I still have a stocking or two to fill but the major stuff for the kids is out of the way and now I can relax a little. In past years I've managed to finish so much earlier that I've actually been able to enjoy the season more, but this year just getting out of the house has proved difficult and it just didn't get done. So I've been feeling the Christmas blues more this year as a result and to be honest I feel more like Scrooge than Santa.

Slow Dancing With My Son

Well I've discovered a new passion, I have danced with my girls, gotten a little crazy, rocked them endlessly when they were fussy but slow dancing with Christopher has proved to be a new and joyous experience. It has been my Christmas present from him this season and it has brought me hours of joy and to be honest I think it's so much better than any type of therapy out there.

First you pour the sweetest music out of the speakers and then you pick up the 15lb bundle of sweetness in your arms. Unlike the girls at his age he wraps his tiny arms around your neck like he knows what he's doing. He doesn't squirm around in my arms or try to get away instead he settles right in and lays his head gently on my shoulder. Sometimes rising his head so we are cheek to cheek. His blue eyes full of wonder and my heart goes pitter-pat pitter-pat like I'm falling in love all over again.

How is it that such a tiny bundle can bring a cynical heart like mine such peace and temporarily melt all my worries and cares away. As we dance his little body has such implicit trust in me and such complete unconditional love for me. He doesn't know me but he trusts and loves me completely. Thank-goodness he doesn't know me that might change everything; that will come in time. For now I will enjoy this Christmas season slow-dancing with my son.

The Big Man Himself 

The Group Shot 

Waiting for Santa 

A Poem For Me

Well I've asked permission from the beautiful Diana my bosoom friend and kindred spirit if I could re-write her poem here for the world to see and she has given me said permission. It is a beautiful poem and it was written for me to cheer me up and it did do that. It's not often I am the recipient of poetry being married to a techy as opposed to a literary genius, so when someone does take the time to write such beauty in my honour it touches me deeply. Especially when that someone is my true sister. She didn't include a title so I'll call it Dearest Anne since that was the message title.

Dearest Anne

It snowed today
Millions of tiny white clusters of snowflakes
My little one and I watched them as they
Whirled and danced outside her bedroom window.
Like a painting from a by-gone day
Piling one on top of the other
Burying the landscape in white beauty.

I thought of Anne today
And how she loves the snow
How she dreams of drifts that build up
Until the house is buried
How she would take the time to love
The way the snow has settled on each branch.

But today is not a dreamy snowdrift day for Anne,
Harsh and evil and black and dark
Are the things that bury her in her world
No sunlight glints sparkling off snow crystals.
Just whirling blackness, sucking her in and down.

And while I so desired to share a picture of beauty with her today
To remind her of past dreams and inspire her soul
Mine was merely to listen and grieve
Silently, so silently for what can words do?

Would that mine could pull her from the forces that bind her
The voices that tear at her
The evil that seeks to destroy and annihilate her.
Would that mine could heal her
and make her never have to fear again
The monsters at her door.

The snow collected on the window pane today,
Perfectly picturesque and perfectly pure.
As white as sins washed by His Blood
Beautiful and unmarred.
And I stopped to look and marvel
At the wonder of God's love.
And I dared to hope
That again, someday, Anne would see it too.


And I am sure that someday soon I will see it too, beautiful Diana. I thank-you.