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Twelve Posts of Christmas – Post 1 – 1 Christmas Poem

24 Dec

Twas the night before Christmas, a.k.a Christmas Eve

We made it through dinner and nobody heaved

I threw the boys in the tub and got them all clean

While hubby washed the dishes until there was a sparkley sheen


We wrestled them into pj’s and read them a book

One last glass of water and their vitamins they took

They brushed their teeth and gargled like Wookies

Then left out a plate of carrots and cookies


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They felt that by the time Santa arrived

The reindeer would probably be carrot deprived

Such thoughtful little children I’ve raised

We put them to bed with compliments and praise


I put on their covers and shut off the light

“Nighty, nighty, sweet babies, may you sleep tight.”

“Nighty, nighty, dear mama, we both love you.”

“See you in the mornin’; I love you both, too.”


Since the children were nestled, tucked up in the bunk

I got comfy on the living room couch with my hunk

Me with my popcorn, he with corona and lime

We had just settled down to watch some prime time


When out of the corner of my eye should appear

Little A out of bed, holding his rear

“I have poo poos, Mama,” he cried.

I rolled my eyes and heavily sighed.


“It’s 9PM, of course you do.

There isn’t a night that goes by when you don’t poo!”

I changed his diaper as quick as a mouse

As hubby was waiting; we were watching House


I returned and then the team was just about to diagnose

It has to be this time – Lupus, of course

When out of the corner of my eye should appear

Little A again, pulling at his ear


“What’s wrong with you now?” I sighed.

“My ear needs cream,” he replied.

So we got out the cream and put House on pause

“You know if you don’t go to sleep, there will be no Santa Claus.”


“OK, Mommy,” he nodded

And off to his room again he so trotted

I looked at hubby for him to press play

Hoping this time in his room Little A will stay


An insulting comment, one snide remark

Dr. House gave his team with Spriteskeeper-like snark

When out of the corner of my eye I did see

Little A, yet again, shuffling up to me


Immensely irritated, I just gave him a look

He grinned really wide and showed me a book

“Mommy, dis is my faborite stowee.”

“Darling, I am trying to watch Hugh Laurie!”


I gritted my teeth and dragged him off to bed

An array of punishments danced in my head

Spankings came to mind; maybe a bar of soap

Strangling is done best with some rope


I covered the child and breathed in deep

“Son, this has to stop, you must go to sleep!”

“But, Mommy, sometimes I just can’t close my eyes!

“If you don’t then Santa will never leave your surprise!”


He nodded, “OK, Mommy, I will be good.”

I truly hoped this time that he would.

I went back to my hubby and the mental MD

We finished the show, turned off the TV


We wrapped all the presents, set them under the tree

Scattered crumbs on the table from the cookies

Tossed soot near the fireplace and messed up the shoes

(‘Cuz that’s where we put them, don’t know if you knew)


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We put on our pj’s and jumped into bed

Too tired for funny business, I patted his head

“Merry Christmas, dear hubby, now turn off the light.”

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”


This is it! It’s Christmas Eve! I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year! I hope everyone gets what they want under the tree or in their stocking! I hope Santa is good to one and all! But mostly, I hope that no one forgets the real meaning of Christmas. The story about the little baby who was immaculately conceived, born in a manger and grew up and died on a cross for your sins. Please don’t forget about Him. He is the best present that you have been given this year and every year.

God Bless your Christmas and time spent with your loved ones!! Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah!!



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Twelve Posts of Christmas – Post 2 – 2 People Married

23 Dec

Post 2 is about Hubby. Today is Hubby’s birthday! He is a whopping 35 years old. (Don’t tell him I told you.)

So I thought I’d write about how we met.

I met him on the phone of all places. He worked for the same company as I did but in a different state. I really called a co-worker of his and he was goofing around and answered her phone.

We started emailing, then chatting on-line, then talking on the phone…this went on for months. Then on Easter weekend of 1998, he came to visit me for the first time. This was also the first time we really saw each other as well. Or at least that I saw him. He had seen my picture in our company magazine, but I had never really seen him – just some vague pictures that he had emailed me. This was back in the aol days and not on the greatest computer.

Back to our first meeting – as I sat at his gate at the airport, my heart raced. What if he didn’t like me in person? What if I didn’t like him? What if we had awkward silences? What if he was ugly? What if he didn’t like my family? What if my family scared him? He was meeting them all in one big hunk on Easter, and as you know, I have un familia gigante!

His plane was finally letting people off and I watched each man come out of the gate. My heart racing even more; my mind racing even faster. “I hope that’s not him. Oh, I hope that’s not him. OMG, that better not be him!” When he finally walked off, I knew it was him, and I grinned. He was cute. I breathed a sigh of relief. I already knew that I liked his personality. I had made up my mind that looks didn’t matter. I am not in a position to be picky by any means, but still…

He walked up to me and gave me a hug. He was such a gentleman and actually asked the night before if he could hug me when we met. I said, yes, obviously. After that, it was as if we had known each other forever. We got along very well and when the weekend was over, I was sad to say goodbye.

How were we going to know if a relationship would work if we were so far apart? I was in Chicago and he was in Atlanta. Neither one of us could afford to fly back and forth all the time to see each other. So, after some deep thoughts and conversations with mama, my boss and hubby (at the time he was just Will), I decided to move to Atlanta. It was a huge step for me. My mom moved with me and we got an apartment together. She was retired and looking for an adventure. My boss said she would arrange it so I could work in the Atlanta office so I would get to keep my job! Everything worked out perfectly. My mom and I found an apartment that I could afford on my salary and it wasn’t too far from Just Will’s apartment. We finally had a chance to see where things would lead in our relationship.

A year later, my job ended and Just Will got a new job in West Palm Beach, FL. So off we went again. This time, my mom decided to move back home with my sister. She wasn’t ready for the humidity and heat of FL. This was in 1999. As soon as I moved to FL, my job asked me to come back and test our database for Y2K. This made my mother happy as she got to see me more. The company flew me back and forth every weekend from Chicago to West Palm Beach, FL so that I could test for them. I stayed with my sister, Sherri-Bob, who also worked for the company and she drove me to the office every day. Then on Friday nights, I flew home to WPB and saw Just Will for two days and flew back to Chicago on Sunday nights. I did this for about a month or so. In May of 2000, Just Will asked me to marry him!

We got married only two weeks later and had a small wedding by the pool. Only our mothers were there to represent the family. A year later on our anniversary, we had a larger wedding with my whole family in attendance.

We lived in WPB for 16 months and decided that if we were going to start a family of our own, we wanted to be near my family for support. So in October of 2000, we moved to Chicago, and have lived here for the last eight years!

Honey, I love you and am thankful that you picked up that call that wasn’t for you that day. Even though at times you make fun of me and call me names like Tom Selleck and Sylar , or more recently Bert, when I need some waxing done. I love your sarcastic wit and your worldly cynicism. I love your gentle touch and your sensitive nature. I love your crazy hair. If you were smaller, I bet I could shake you and your hair would poof all over like a troll doll. Maybe you should dye it bright green or blue. Or better yet, rainbow colored like the troll doll I had when I was little. It’s funny when you get out of the shower and immediately your hair is dry and poof – troll doll. I love when you do the Homer dance and slap your butt every couple of shakes of your hips.

I love when you sing in the shower the melodies to real songs, but you make up your own words. I love it that you are understanding about when you come home and talk about work; that my eyes glaze over and my mind drifts off because I don’t understand tech-no speak. I love it when you do that to me when I talk to you about scrap booking. I love our give and take. I love that you gave me two crazy boys, just like you. (Why didn’t you make the little one stand in line for volume control?!)

I love you. Happy Birthday, hubby! I am looking forward to celebrating many more years with you!

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Twelve Posts of Christmas – Post 3 – 3 Reasons to Give

22 Dec

Today’s post is about giving. We have all heard the phrase, “It is better to give than to receive”, I’m sure. I know I have.

It is true. Nothing is better than the happiness you feel when someone opens a present from you and they LOVE it! I go all out for my family and friends – more than I should, so some people tell me – but I am a giver. I love to give and I know that some of my family can’t afford to give back, and that is all right with me. Sure, there are times that I have the negative thoughts about where my gift is. This is more than just Christmas I am talking about. I am always giving and where is my gift? Of course I have these thoughts sometimes, but I am only human. Then I remember that others may not be as fortunate as I am and that it is better to give than to receive. And I am doing it to show them that I love them and am expecting nothing in return.

You could also give to those you don’t know who are less fortunate: Toys for Tots, families that can’t afford coats for their children, orphanages or churches. When you give what you can to these kinds of places, you just know that you are doing the right thing and that somewhere, some little girl or boy will have something to make them happy on Christmas morning.

Then there are the charities and causes – Salvation Army, Goodwill, Global Hunger, Habitat for Humanity, The Humane Society, Cancer Research, the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, Epilepsy Foundation, Disabled Veterans, and many, many others! These are any time of year giving and volunteering places and they need all the help they can get. Because some day, someone is going to find a cure and don’t you want to be a part of that?!

So, my three reasons to give?

1) Giving is a gift to yourself – there is nothing better than that giving feeling you get! Don’t lose that giving feeling – whoa, that giving feeling!

2) Imagining a child’s innocent face as they open up a gift that some stranger thought to give them out of the goodness of their heart. You never know – that gift might also give that little one some hope. Hope that there is better out there than what he sees in his little world. Just as a simple smile may brighten and change someone’s entire day – your gift can change this child’s life.

3) To be a part of something bigger than yourself. Give back to our community and maybe, if we all did our part, we could help make the world a much happier place 🙂