The Blogapalooza challenge for December is upon me. Timer running, one hour to share "something I learned or experienced since I work up this morning". My morning started at 3:30 AM when the new dog decided to mess in the house so this will definitely be a challenge for my sleep deprived brain. My lesson started yesterday, but hey this is my hour and I can bend the rules if I want to. One of my friends posted on facebook yesterday she is having a hard time getting into the holiday spirit this year. She lost her mom earlier this year and her mom was her spirit of Christmas. Loss I understand, Bah Humbug I understand. I have many years of wanting to sleep away the holiday. My mom & sister are also my Christmas spirit. I left my friend a message and traveled back many years ago to one of my favorite Christmas memories. It was Christmas when I was three years old and we lived in Cape Cod. My family of 4 went together and cut our own tree. We decorated and celebrated. I remember the present I received that year, a Barbie that posed when you snapped the camera to take pictures. It was a Norman Rockwell Christmas for the Stiles family. 2 months later, my father died during a Search and Rescue mission. I am not sure why the Christmas stands out in my warm fuzzy place. I was 3 and honestly don't remember much from those years. Never the less, it is a place I was glad to revisit. I made a pledge to my friend, together we would find the holiday spirit and we made a promise to put up a tree by this weekend and share the photos with each other.
Lesson time. This morning started earlier than planned. I came home from work, booked 2 International flights for a client, cancelled one hotel room, booked a second and started homework with the kids. Facebook sent a message saying I was tagged in a photo. It was my beautiful friend and her precious tree. Stockings were hung by her chimney with care and packages were sitting ready for her little ones to unwrap. She made a pledge and even though her heart was hurting, she followed through. It was my turn. Just 45 minutes ago I was putting in another load of laundry and yelling at kids to go to bed when the garage door started nagging me....a promise to a friend. The little tree that means the world to me came out and was placed by the chimney with care. Stockings were hung and my photo was shared.
Christmas time is filled with joy and yes tears. It is the magic of the memories that will pull us through. We LIVE each day and grasp each other for comfort. We need to make time each day to share a moment to help others find their renewed hope and spirit. It is not about the size of the tree it is about the light it brings to our days. Thank you Kim for sharing your light with me. Together we did something great today. Our kids will appreciate the spirit even if they never understand the promise that brought it to life.
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