I was inspired today to get into the holiday spirit. Next week we might even have snow to up that inspiration.
The tree is up and decked, the nativity arranged on the coffee table and Christmas shows are on the Hallmark channel. I love this time of year! Not only because it’s my birthday month and all the presents, but because of the spirit it seems to bring out in people.
A lot of people grumble that Christmas is too commercialized to enjoy anymore. Maybe that’s true. I am one of those people who refuse to let that commercialism dampen my spirit. I am a true believer in Santa Claus and the reindeer and all Christmas stands for!
So…I thought I’d spread a little cheer by decorating my website some too. Now for the presents…
I’ll give away a copy of Home, my vintage historical to someone who shares their favorite Christmas story! It can be funny, sad, poignant–whatever you want to share. I’ll even begin.
Some of you may know my birthday is three days after Christmas– also the anniversary of my first book, Home coincidentally– so I often got birthdays ON Christmas. Not fair! Not fun, either since I felt cheated each year. But on my fifteenth birthday I felt cheated worse than any other year. My parents were divorced when I was eleven so Mom would send my gift from Washington state and I looked forward to that package (even if she did send it C.O.D. a few years later). My dad had remarried and it was our first Christmas with a new family, lots of presents for Christmas and Mom’s gift was late, which meant I’d get a gift AFTER Christmas! WOO HOO!!
Oh- sure, let that be the year I finally got a tape recorder from her I’d wanted for-EVER! I would have been so much more excited had I not come down with what my dad called the Russian flu. I don’t know why he called it that, but I suspect it was because it just sort of rushed in on me. He had a weird sense of humor like that. So there I was all wrapped up in a fever and my cozy blanket holding my shiny new recorder and…no voice. Yup. I had laryngitis with my flu and couldn’t speak for the better part of a week after getting my prize. Somehow, it didn’t seem to matter. It was the best birthday ever because I got what I wanted and it wasn’t on Christmas!
Would you believe all these years later I still have that tape recorder? Oh, and since marrying Mitch 29 years ago, I haven’t had a birthday on Christmas! It’s a win-win.
Okay, your turn! And Happy Holidays!!!!