Posts tagged Christmas
Posts tagged Christmas
Hawkeye Jefferson is an amazing human being and I’m proud to call him my pal.
Christmas is coming in like a wrecking ball at the Hawk’s nest.
Drawn by David Mamet for tabletmag.com in 2010. As someone with many Jewish friends and readers, this seems accurate.
Now, curl up with this gif if you don’t have a fireplace and have a mug of hot cocoa.
If you’re home for the holidays, spiking your mug of hot cocoa with peppermint schnapps or Kahlua works wonders.
My parents usually have a tree from the mountains. This year, they spray-painted tumbleweed silver for a pretty fabulous #Christmas tree. (at Lanker family homestead)
My parents decided a Christmas tree was unnecessary this year and decorated their cacti, Spike and Laverne. Previous incarnations of my parents chosen Christmas trees have included tumbleweed spray-painted silver:
My husband, Andrew, helped my dad with the important job of tinseling the cacti.
I’m thrilled to report they looked fantastic.
Happy Holidays folks!
Now this is heartwarming:
The young father stood in line at the Kmart layaway counter, wearing dirty clothes and worn-out boots. With him were three small children. He asked to pay something on his bill because he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford it all before Christmas. Then a mysterious woman stepped up to the counter.
"She told him, ‘No, I’m paying for it,’" recalled Edna Deppe, assistant manager at the store in Indianapolis. "He just stood there and looked at her and then looked at me and asked if it was a joke. I told him it wasn’t, and that she was going to pay for him. And he just busted out in tears."
Most of the donors have done their giving secretly.
Dona Bremser, an Omaha nurse, was at work when a Kmart employee called to tell her that someone had paid off the $70 balance of her layaway account, which held nearly $200 in toys for her 4-year-old son. ”I was speechless,” Bremser said. “It made me believe in Christmas again.”
Dozens of other customers have received similar calls in Nebraska, Michigan, Iowa, Indiana and Montana. The benefactors generally ask to help families who are squirreling away items for young children. They often pay a portion of the balance, usually all but a few dollars or cents so the layaway order stays in the store’s system.
The phenomenon seems to have begun in Michigan before spreading, Kmart executives said. ”It is honestly being driven by people wanting to do a good deed at this time of the year,” said Salima Yala, Kmart’s division vice president for layaway.
The good Samaritans seem to be visiting mainly Kmart stores, though a Wal-Mart spokesman said a few of his stores in Joplin, Mo., and Chicago have also seen some layaway accounts paid off.
The anonymous benefactors truly exhibit the spirit of giving and taking care of their fellow man. Makes me believe there’s some good people in the world, y’know?
My sister-in-law, Beth, just posted this picture of my nephew Charlie. Immediately, this scene from A Christmas Story popped into my head. Basically, Randy is so bundled up, he can’t put his arms down. Somehow, Charlie doesn’t seem to mind.
I get to see everyone at Christmas and my mom said Charlie’s walking now. At Thanksgiving, he was just stumbling like a drunk. Three steps, fall, two steps, fall… etc, but he’s cruising now. I’m stoked to see Red (my brother), Beth, and Charlie.
Even though I’m not into the whole deity thing, I love seeing family at holidays. That’s why Tim Minchin’s “White Wine in the Sun” is my favorite (truly secular) holiday song. Take a listen - it’s one of the most beautiful songs ever:
Every holiday is also a reminder of who’s no longer there and how the faces around the table have changed. I’ve noticed my parents, my brother, and I are all aging. I’ve divorced and remarried. My brother got married and he and his wife have Charlie. My grandparents have all passed away. My great aunts and uncles have as well. My extended family is scattered around the US and we rarely see each other - if ever again. I haven’t seen many cousins in Ohio for over 10 years.
But those of us nearby still make an effort to get together on Thanksgiving and Christmas. And every year, it’s perfect. Somehow, it’s always exactly how it is supposed to be, no matter who’s at the table. This year, it’ll be my mom, dad, my brother, my husband, Beth, Charlie, and (likely) Beth’s sister Jaime.
The presents are nice, but the company is better. It’s just what I want this year.