“A Meaning of Christmas…”
“A Meaning of Christmas…”
It’s been a loooong year and a short one yet again.
Fewer “voices” both inside and out.
“Missing friends…”
Personal tears and “breakings” –
moments of 11- level pain –
emotional shatterings …healings…
finding self and all but giving up.
Living the Silence in all its hurt-full glory.
I’m a whiner and a complainer…
I’ve been told, been told by those that KNOW.
It’s wrong to hurt and speak of it.
It’s wrong to tell a person they are hurting you.
…quite for real…
It’s wrong to ask why, or for them to stop, or think
of what they do – to me, to others…
or to do what they say
or are supposed to do…
And DON’T BLAME!! Don’t be angry …accept, accept
except – it freaking HURTS …at times, even the SKIN hurts
and behind the eyes midnaught is 24/7…
But
Life happens – still happens
…some escape, some …don’t.
and even cowboys cry – I know. I know…
I miss the “pretties” – you know –
glistening, glimmering, the hope-full music,
all the colors!!
Smiles, the heart-full eyes,
the kids’ laughter, adults laughing,
the sheer enthusiasm!
The helping just to be helpful – without thought.
And yet…
It’s out here – out here …if ya look!
Hell, I reached into MY wallet today just because an older woman ahead of me in checkout didn’t think she had enough to pay for a meager smattering of groceries – but it took time… and she DID…and thanked the clerk for being understanding and waiting patiently for her. She wished the clerk a Merry Christmas as she turned and slowly moved on her way. I admit I was paused…
And tonight –
How often do you LOOK at your “stuff”?
You know, the “Stuff” no one else will EVER want
– But for you there IS meaning. I’ve a …friend…
– don’t ever use the term lightly –
It’s Christmas – gave the usual “cookies tin” BUT
I paused… I – PAUSED …as I looked over some of MY “STUFF”.
He’s a NASCAR Fanatic…his JOY is seeing it on TV, hearing, FEELING
…NASCAR!
I went to a track here in Michigan ONCE.
Bought a Mini Car – #5 – it’s all decked out, in the box, colors, markings –
the perfect memory of a moment, but …yeah, its NASCAR!
To me it’s a moment – but for him? Damn, I’m tearing up as I wrap it.
It’s Christmas again – took a looong year to bring it back in focus.
I’m a whiner and a complainer… don’t be me
But …It’s Christmas
And I found it again.
Chris
💕
No I do not see you as whiner or a complainer. I see you as being introspective and know how you feel. Good work here
I’m admitting the title pulled me in.
This was in unexpected read. How everyday should be like Christmas. The meaning of it.
To remember to be patient and find joy in the unexpected, like NASCAR. lol
I personally think if everyone would have a sprinkle of this in their
everyday life, it would have a huge impact on your daily outlook. Life has a way of making us desensitized from
all the good around us. Like someone who says thank you and holds open the door.
Uplifting write!
Adelphina referred me to this write. And also said that you look like a Santa!
Your gift to us is your emotional write here. It hollers out a plea that we all know, yet didn’t have the articulation that you did.
It’s a very entertaining write, even if full of frustration and the “is it good enough?” gift giving.
Well thought out, and written.