Tag: #Christmas

  • ODDS and ENDS: Caroling, Sweaters, and Oh Dolly!

    (I Still Want My Hula-Hoop!)

    Does anyone go caroling at Christmas time? When was the last time you remember seeing carolers walking around your neighborhood? Honestly, for me, 1982 or 1983. It’s a fuzzy memory, but I feel like when we moved to Texas from Alabama, which would be 1983, that there were a group of people who wandered around our neighborhood. I mean, we lived in a subdivision outside of Dallas, and winter in Texas is like 45 degrees at night, so it wasn’t a rough experience being outside. I want to say it was a church group, no shock there, right? The other thing I remember is that it meant a lot to my mother. I guess it was something that happened back in her childhood of the 50’s in small town Illinois.

    I just got word from LL Bean that the sweater that I ordered for Christmas has been delayed and I won’t receive it until after the New Year. I did wait to order the thing, and my pause is my downfall. I say all of this not because I am slowly beginning to dress like a guy who lives in the Vermont woods, but because the wife and I just buy our own gifts. I mean, we will still shop for each other, a little, but on the whole, we just go out and buy what we’d like for Christmas. Sure, sometimes we give each other a list, and shop off of that. Yet, it’s just easier to buy what we want, wrap it up, say it’s from the other, and act very surprised on Christmas morning. Sure, the “surprise” part is gone, but the satisfaction of getting what you want, and not have to exchange anything, is rather rewarding.

    If you don’t have “Hard Candy Christmas” on your Holiday playlist, you really are missing out.

  • The Ebbs and Flow of Christmas Time (Unedited)

    Christmas time is here again, just in case you didn’t know.

     

    The year has flown by. The tree is up, and we are getting ready to start doing all of the Holiday stuff. You know, shopping, wrapping gift, baking cookies, seeing friends. The usual. And I do enjoy celebrating Christmas in New York City. For all the things this City is famous for, it really is a Holiday Town.

     

    It’s taken awhile for Christmas to start feeling fun again for me after the passing of my Ma. The absence of a parent during this time of year seems to hammer home the void that has been left. I think I have been doing a good job with trying to keep Christmas fun for the kid, and I do worry that my sorrow and mourning might affect her enjoyment of the Season. I think I have succeeded in this effort.

     

    I can also admit that slowly, year by year, the joy of Christmas has started to slowly return to me. It’s still not the same, and certain things, traditions, still don’t ring true as they used to. But now, I feel the kid’s excitement of this time of year, and that is a replenishing feeling that helps alleviate the experience of loss.

     

    And that is where I am now. I miss my mother, and I know that my Christmas will never feel the way they did when she was around, and that’s okay. My Christmas now is about my family, and making the kid have memories, and building something new on top of the love that was shared with me.

  • It’s Still Christmas Time

  • It’s Christmas Time Again

  • The Week In-between Christmas and New Year’s

    (Note: No editing on this. You have been warned.)

    When I first moved to New York, and I was temping, I was one of the few people who was willing to work on the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I worked for a company that was in a midtown tower that had an amazing view of Central Park. At the job, I sat at a reception desk for eight hours, and did nothing. No one called, and except for a very sad office manager, I was alone. I couldn’t do anything on the computer; no Google searches, no looking at social media, and being that it was December 2006, no smart phones. I had a journal and a book to read, but even that annoyed the office manager. It was painfully boring week, but at the same time, the easiest $800 I ever made.

    By the time the next Christmas rolled around, I was working at Shetler Studios as their office manager. As I was the newest guy on the staff, that first Christmas, I was the guy who worked the In-between week of Christmas and New Year’s. You may wonder, who uses a rehearsal studio during that week? The answer is virtually no one. There was one guys who practiced piano every day, and he would come by during that week, and he was a good guy who could play, so it was fun having him there. Other than that, and the night manager who came in at 5pm, nothing happened during that week.

    As I started this in-between week, I thought back on those two jobs today. Sitting someplace, all alone, working but for what purpose? It most likely was true for that company in midtown, and was definitely true for the studios, that being open for that week was a loss for the company. Being closed would have made more sense, and saved money. But no, both companies spent a dollar to make a dime. I never asked the office manager at the midtown company why they were open, mainly because I needed the job and they were paying $5 more than I normally earned. When I asked old man Shetler why the studios were open, his response was that they were always open, no matter what.

    Just a thought that came into my head this morning.