Aa a child, Christmas Eve was for getting
our new undies. Christmas Day was for
that one special toy and eating the best
feast of the year. Then came the morning
of the day after, as it were.
We were expected to help with a bit of
Christmas clean up and we all enjoyed
the Christmas feast leftovers. But, the day
itself was spent playing with our new
toys.
New toys, new escenarios, imaginations
running high . . . can't get any better
than that. Now, as an elder, I love
experiencing that joy through the eyes
of the grandchildren. Rather adds to
the whole reminiscing thing!
Speaking of reminiscing, how do those
days of yesteryear apply to today?! Me
thinks for starters that we'd do well to
somehow keep hold of that childish jo.
It's such a shame that we tend to lose
it as we age.
So, here's wishing you joys, NOT joy.
I wish you the joy of living rather than
existing. I wish you the joy of love
rather than like. I wish you the joy of
sharing rather than having. Life, real
life, is here for the taking . . . let's do
some taking!!!
remember to live
loving me the gift of life
alas, we forget
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