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Christmas typewriter BLOG

 

Christmas greetings. As I write this, it is less than a week from Christmas. Where I live, we seldom see snow, compared to where I used to live. It has been cold lately, though rumor has it the temperatures are supposed to rise again in the next few days.

I came upon this pretty picture sometime this summer and thought it would be  nice for a Christmas post. I love the old typewriter. Back then I had no clue how I would tie it to a post, and I am still not sure. I just like the photo.

However, looking at it, and listening to my friend chat on the phone, all got me to thinking. Mostly how Christmas has changed for me over the years. In times past, I loved the snow and the decorations, the songs and the celebration.

Well, the mounds of fluffy white stuff is now confined to memories and pictures.  I still decorate, though last year I had just moved into a new house literally a few weeks before and released two books within the two months before Christmas. I was too exhausted to decorate much then. This year I have put out two more books, both on December 2nd, with much promotional work to be done. This is alongside my already jam-packed schedule of working full time and other writing commitments. Frankly, I just lack the energy and drive to go too crazy with decorations, though the tree is pretty tonight.

Songs? I love Christmas songs, and have many favorites. Today I listened to the classic show on the radio and they played four hours of old time Christmas carols and classic favorites. I heard many I liked and some I had forgotten about, or at least who sang them.

That brings me to celebration. I don’t gather at a big table, alongside countless family. Nor do I meet at a restaurant with a group of my friends. My holiday celebration is a quiet, simple affair, often spent in retrospection. I do believe my Christmas day will go something like this:

I’ll rise at daybreak and after breakfast and two cups of coffee, will take my dog to the national forest. We will have the place to ourselves except for the wildlife we might scare away. I will sit by the river, deep in contemplation, prayer and meditation. I will return  home and journal my thoughts and feelings. Currently, I am on Chapter Nine of writing my journal. I’ve been there since October of 2014. I keep waiting for the sign it’s time to close out chapter nine and begin the next one.

At some point I will try a skype call to my dad, who lives abroad. We don’t see each other much so emails and skype keep us close. With the time zone thing, calls can be tricky. We’re planning it now. And in the early afternoon, I will join with friends and enjoy a delicious meal over great company.

In the evening, I will work, much like I am now, on the computer, the modern day counterpart to the trusty old typewriter. I will also spend a fair bit of time staring at the lit tree, contemplating the real reason for Christmas. It isn’t the presents, the food or anything else except the celebration and acknowledgment of Christ’s birth in Bethlehem.

At some point, I will retire to bed with a good book. Being both a writer and a reader, I love curling up with a few cats and a well written book. Nowadays I can do hand held or lap top versions. I prefer holding a real book and will probably opt for that. Max Lucado has a nice book, it’s on my shelf, that wonderfully tells the story of Christmas. I might dust it off and reread that again.

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