CHRISTMAS, LIKE LIFE, IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT

Everything has wonder through the eyes of a child

Each year, I find it more and more difficult to find that magic that once filled me from the day after Thanksgiving until well after the last present was unwrapped on Christmas morning.

As I get older and there are no children in my house to feed my enthusiasm, I am growing more and more similar to my Hum Bug husband.  He claims to despise Holidays and birthdays and any manner of celebration.  He rarely buys me presents but instead tells me to get whatever I want, within reason and budget, and I am the same with him now, after many years of trying to change his lack of appreciation for the surprise.  He once dropped me off at one of my favorite thrift shops and as I was digging through a pile of $.50 t-shirts, returned, and handed me a pair of diamond earrings he’d seen and thought I would enjoy.  He is spontaneous and loving so I have no reason to complain, only to adjust my expectations for tradition.

I find it difficult though, to decorate our home with garland and shiny spheres of red and gold, burn candles that smell of apple pies baking and play Christmas carols knowing I will be the only recipient of pleasure.  Literal weeks of baking and candy making have been reduced to some slice and bake cookies and a box of chocolate covered cherries or store bought pretzels covered in white chocolate.  I send electronic Christmas cards, shop almost entirely on line and buy as many gift bags as possible to avoid wrapping presents, this never being one of my talents or joys. 

And then a miracle happened.  Not one of the magnitude of the birth of our Lord by any means, but a miracle none the less.  A baby was born – child of my child – so precious and sweet it was all I could do not to smother her with kisses and hugs.  This child has put the wonder back into my life, every day, not exclusive to Christmas.

 We explore my back yard and find flowers that, when blown upon, shoot off tiny parachutes that drive her Grandpa mad and insects that we pick up, inspect, name and release back into their world.  Through her eyes, rocks become treasure found, to be kept in a bowl in the bay window of our kitchen.  Leaves and grass are food for her horses and dinosaurs.  We have tea parties with some twenty-plus stuffed animals, each of which is served with great care from a large bucket of plastic foods.  We dine with them and drink from cups and bottles that do not quench my thirst but that she proclaims “D-lusEous!” We sing off key and paint each others faces.  When my memory fails me, as it often seems to do of late, or I can’t find my glasses which are usually hooked to my shirt, she pats me, “Silly ol GA, it’s ok – I forget too sometimes,” and hugs away any doubt that I am a worthy playmate. 

Because of the lack of room and the five cats that found us and claimed our hearts, I still only put up a very small tree and a few decorations.  But, ever accepting and full of wonder, this package of love and joy assures me everything is just right.  And looking at it through her eyes, I have to agree.

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carrie450 5 years ago from Winnipeg, Canada

There is nothing like grandchildren to brighten up our lives once ours are all grown. The photos you posted are precious, such a nice smile. You must be so proud. Great hub.


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

Thank-you carrie, for reading and following and for the nice comments. Yes, she is my heart. I have two other grandchildren as well, but age and distance have kept them from being my guide back into wonderland.


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MFB III 5 years ago from United States

Christmas Is a child's dreams come true, as we age we realize that drams are selective in life and only come true with hard work and expense so Christmas loses some of its glitz, I enjoyed you reawakening to the holidays through the eyes of a grandchild, ~~~MFB III


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SomewayOuttaHere 5 years ago from TheGreatGigInTheSky

...awesome....yea, it sure is nice when the little ones are around.....brings that sparkle back...no matter what you are doing.....just in the moment with them....good memories that they will always cherish too......grandma and grandpa's place.....


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Scarlett My Dear 5 years ago from Missouri

I also have found myself in recent years to be just a bit more Grinchier when it comes to Christmas shopping, decorating the house and stressing about how we will pay for it all! The magic just feels like it got swallowed up by reality.

We're trying to redefine our family now that we have teenagers, especially around the holidays. New traditions mixed in with some of the old ~ something to balance out what our kids are feeling as they struggle with more mature themes in their lives.

Thank you so much for this, Pooh. I love this glimpse into your world now, through your grandbaby's eyes! Truly beautiful. ~Scarlett


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

MFBlll - thank you for coming by to read, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yes, dreams sometimes do require a great deal of hard work to realize.

SOH, She is blessed with two sets of grandparents that just adore her and whom she loves dearly. I am always telling her we're "making memories" and she smiles indulgently at me.

Scarlett - I remember trying to keep some sort of magic in the kid's lives in addition to reinforcing what Christmas is really about but the older they got, the more cynical, I think.

My daughter was the oldest but the last to let go of Santa. Now the roles are reversed and my son, who is this child's father, will go to any length to make all things as magical as possible for her and my daughter, whose only child is fifteen, just despises the Holidays. Having little one's presence really does seem to make a big difference - or those who are young at heart!


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LaurieDawn 5 years ago

Thank you Dear Lady for sharing this uplifting child with us during the Holiday season. I really needed that this year, for the holidays are almost here and I wasn't even sure I was going to celebrate them with my husband's passing and all. But you show us the true meaning, beauty seen through the eyes of a child.

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Blessings and hugs,

Laurie


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

Laurie, these are very difficult days even for those caught up in the happy emotions of the Season. For any of us who border on sadness it can be a hollow time. When there is a loss such as yours and SOH's, still fresh, it is vitally important to push yourself out to a Shelter or Church to help serve dinner or call a nursing home and ask if there are any residents you can just visit with. The ONLY way through is through and if you don't do it now - you will do it later and again and again. Peace and love to you!


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stars439 5 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

A very lovely hub, and a wonderful grandbaby. Merry Christmas.


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Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge Author

Thank-you so much stars! We are following each other now I see so I will see you around. A very Merry Christmas to you and your lovely wife and daughter too! God bless - pooh

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