I post the words below each year
around this time on Frail Deeds for the self-stated reasons. I’m more than a
little excited about next week’s gathering of the clan at the house to
celebrate Christmas. The presence of both granddaughters will allow me full
suspension of behaving too much like an adult and allowing my inner “Elf” full license.
I hope each and every one of you can spend time with those you hold most dear.
That’s my plan.
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| BRS Celebrating her Other Grandpa's Birthday Two of the Elements who'll Make Christmas So Special |
I am an unabashed and unrepentant
lover of Christmas time, in all of its glorious corniness. I love Christmas carols, Christmas parties,
but most of all Christmas Day. I can remember Christmas as far back as the age
of 3. I still remember one special year
in my early teens when I was overcome with Christmas spirit, feeling so good
about the season and just general happiness that I wondered at myself. This
feeling lasted until well after Christmas and no, to all you cynics out there,
the feelings were not chemically assisted.
Every year since then has been an attempt to recapture that feeling.
Most years I get it in bits and pieces, mostly associated with time I spend
with my family and friends. I served 27 years in the Army and made it home
every year for Christmas except for three years.
My wife and “kids” smile behind me,
good naturedly, because they know how important Christmas is to me. I know
there are those raging elements or hipsters out there that bemoan what modern
Christmas has evolved to. Some say it overly commercialized or others not
properly religious. It seems there are always those elements in society –
“Grinchs” for lack of a better term. These seem to be people so unhappy with
their own lives that they target times or traditions that bring happiness to
others for scorn.
I could not care less about these
self-important gas bags. There is
nothing in life more enjoyable than being around people you love and actually
taking some time out of the all too busy lives we lead to simply be together.
So to all of you out there that bad mouth Christmas – get a life; the rest of
us already have one and we’re going to have the merriest Christmas of all in
spite of you or more correctly in homage to the love we are blessed with of
each other. Merry Christmas!
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RECURRING
CHARACTERS
BRS
- Blog Reader the Sequel
- second granddaughter; FBR - First Blog
Reader - first granddaughter, ABFA –
Amazing Best Family Athlete = my daughter in law; Wingman – my son in law; Keene
Friends 1 & 2 – friends since high school from my home town of Keene,
NH; Soxfather - my brother in law; Great Aunt = my elder sister; Cantankerous Friend – friend since
grade school who likes to argue about everything, poses as radical leftist to
attract women; Pittsburgh College
Roommate – high school friend, also a “Minor Celebrity” in Pittsburgh; Deckzilla – our backyard deck which
grew to monstrous dimensions once my wife got involved in planning; Maine and Virginia Musqueteras – two
close friends of my wife – her US sisters, my wife is the 3rd musquetera
(musketeer); Riggins - also known as
the Grandpuppy, son's dog, surrogate grandchild while awaiting arrival of the
BRS; PanaGals – female
relatives/friends of my wife from Panama; Panamanian/Latin
Mafia – inevitable group of Latino friends my wife accumulates wherever we
have lived & their spouses; Neighborhood
Mafioso - wife's close friend and Panamanian mafia member, Favorite Panamanian - the wife (of
course); First Friday – celebrations
to mark the First Friday of the Week; Deckzilla
Dude – senior citizen carpenter/contractor; Voices of Inappropriate Worth - members of public who come to every
Worcester public meeting to complain, all are on public assistance along with
demeanor issues
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