so far behind where I normally am for this time of year
as I suffer from HOHO OCD
don’t like doing the crazed shopping thing
with the reindeer-like snorting
and elfin foot twitching on some store’s yule tile
many changes ’round my gingerbread house this year
just many needles simultaneously falling off the evergreen
this mad dropping conifer has been obstructing my path to
holiday hype preparedness
it happened today
while I was feeling very sorry for myself
and all that I had to accomplish
to create another Merry Memory
on the sick side of the pediatrician’s office
two little girls sharing the common bond
of a Christmas Cough and Holiday Hack
I sat there with the delicate daughter
(mind you, not so delicate when it comes to a throat culture, without a helmet she could take out Odell)
one of these precious little girls began singing,
Silver and Gold
then the other darling chimed in
my self-involved brain began singing along with them
an octave lower for the chorus
when they changed up the lyrics
they didn’t sing, “…silver and gold, silver and gold…”
they sang, “…silver and gold and blue and green and red…”
and they kept going
giggling while adding colors
before I knew it
I was giggling along with them
and the cranky old lady that had been sitting on my heart all day
reunited with her Christmas spirit
not what I expected
not at all
For those of you who celebrate, I extend a Merry Christmas
For all, I wish you a warm and exciting New Year full of hope and possibility
Peace, Love and Light,
A Crayon Crime
It seemed in 1973 everyone in school had 64 crayons – everyone – except me. On the day in question, desperation had clouded my judgement. It had corrupted my creative sensibility. I was ten at the time and in dire need of 64 colors. I had Crayola’s 24 pack which included colors for growing robust apple trees, fluid blue skies and abstract butterflies. It wasn’t enough. I needed more pigment. I coveted the built-in sharpener too.
One day while shopping with my mother and 2 other siblings, fate waxing at my feet, divine intervention struck. On this ominous morning, I glanced down at the beige store tiles. My disbelieving eyes engaged my sleeping brain. My little fingers snatched up the crumpled dollar on the floor. Much to my horror I discovered it was one-half of a paper dollar, and the other half was nowhere in sight. Nothing mattered. My heart was jolting in 64 magnificent colors. My brain was a prism of planning. “Art cannot be stopped,” my greying conscience defended. While Mom busied herself shopping and shepherding my two younger siblings around cans of tomatoes, I cleverly rolled the dollar into a cylinder.
There wasn’t much time. Grocery cart loading for a family of eight was nearly done. I told Mom I needed the bathroom. I flew to the school supply section, grabbed Crayola’s 64 box then sprinted to the register hoping to make an express purchase. I handed the masterfully rolled dollar to a young cashier. I didn’t know how much the crayons cost and I didn’t wait. I grabbed my fabulous box and bolted toward the exit doors.
In hindsight, I should’ve selected the silver-haired cashier. The swift employee ran after me as did my mother. My crime was foiled on the spot. I had to return the crayons. I had to write a letter of apology. And, I was grounded.
My holiday gifting generally starts at the mall. How did the seagulls figure out my secret shopping strategy? There were so many bulbous-beaked raptors, I feared stomping on little birdie toes when crossing the parking lot.
I’m sure I saw a few wearing Santa hats…
Thank you. May you dream of golden birds shaped like starlight.
I think I can safely say some of us suffer from Holiday Disorder. It is a most debilitating disease. Walk into any store and one may find chocolate foil-hearts surrounded by bonnet-wearing bunnies and four-leaf clovers made from beach umbrellas… The wheel of holiday confusion relentlessly spins, dinging like an amped-up cash register bell with each rotation. Does one buy a discounted ceramic jack-o-lantern for November 24th or use a turkey topper for a Christmas tree? Why are ‘they’ doing this to us? Don’t ‘they’ know we are already at the tipping point, and our tips are pointing downward? Is that ‘their’ plan – crazed shoppers make insane purchases?
And when in the USA: Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and Christmas are just around the ‘Great Pumpkin’! Boooooooooo
Thank you. May you all dream of sugar plums with drumstick legs and pumpkin heads…
Holiday Disorder created last week while thoroughly confused.
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