Christmas Comfort and a Note to Daughters

 

It dawned on me, as I began writing this post, that you have seen my Christmas things before.

That includes

those of you who read my blog

as family members,

as long time friends,

as neighbors,

as teachers and colleagues,

and of course,

as those of you who blog.

May I say-

that gives me great

Comfort.

Amazing comfort.

My ‘study’, an English teacher name I christened the front room of our house,

is where everything old and pink goes at Christmas.

The study is also the room where-

at my

Annual Ladies’ Teacher Christmas Party

(that I hosted for years)

the crazy folks hid out.

Those are my people.

The day of the party they could get to school on time,

olive spread or pineapple cheese ball in tow,

red Christmas sweater jingling as they walked down the hall,

manage bus duty,

teach like their hair was on fire,

walk across the street to my house,

and mix margaritas at my kitchen island,

laughing all along the way.

That gives me poignant

 

Comfort. 

 

 

 

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Note to Daughters:

And so, dear daughters, if you are reading this-

there is a reason why I opened our home every year at Christmas time.

I have had every kind of Christmas party you can have.

I want that for you.

What is that?

It is that opportunity to say to people you love,

“you are my friend,

and I love you, and

I may not always show it perfectly, but let me

show you that I feel that way.”

This may or may not be the year,

but you must do this.

I want you to have

crazy people

in YOUR study too.

Love, Mom

I am linking to Susan’s wonderful party,

and

Jan at Bobby Pins and Boardwalk for

her Bragfest,

and at Coastal Charm with Linda.