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Small confession family. The Star household hasn't put up a Christmas tree in years. We haven't hung lights, and about the only decorations, or rather the only semblance of Christmas I've had in nearly forever is our Christmas card list cards. It's not because I don't absolutely love Christmas and remember to keep it holy, and in my heart. Moreso because for some odd reason every year the more I drug out boxes, decorations, lights, packages, ornaments and went nearly haywire in the yard? The further DF slumped into oblivion until way after New Year.
Now I'll admit to having my own black Christmas. Remember a few years ago, I think about four or so years - maybe I did or didn't post about it but the only thing that literally got me out of bed in three days over the Christmas break from the darkest depression ever known to me, was this board and the only thing that made me laugh was a certain post about a certain someone who may remain nameless should they choose =kicking a manger scene across their living room. For some odd reason, all I could picture was this woman kicking the donkey (hence the thought kicking *****), and once I started laughing at her expense I couldn't stop. It broke the curse as it were. I baked, I cooked, I even found a small tree and hung miniature things on it and left it up until Valentines Day. Somewhat disturbing to laugh at someones anger, but I'm fairly certain the tree went out the front door too, and trying to picture it all was about more than I could mentally grasp. I thank her every year. Thanks again.
This year however was proving to be much the same with decorations and DF's slight resistance to commercialism of Christmas. The depression isn't as bad as it was in former years. Perhaps because at least one half of his body is not in agonizing pain due to knee replacement. He's peppier, jollier, actually see him wanting to fix things, and do things. It's been a bit of hope here like there hasn't been in ten years. He can hardly wait until the other knee is done so he feels good enough to walk with me in stores, and places we havent' been able to go in over ten years. Our life has been pretty much sedentary and work, home, grocery store home....couch, doctors, home. His tools have sat idle in the workshop for so long most have rusted. It's been very hard on him. I see why he's grumpy.
I don't blame him either. At times I have felt sorry for myself, but try to get over it by keeping busy with other things and volunteering. Helps some, but coming home to your own house with no trimmings this time of year is a little hard when you have a storage container FULL to the brim of a household full of decorations waiting to be used.
So this morning - imagine my surprise when he left for town to get some things at the market and came home calling me from the computer to the den. He said "Look what I found honey." and I nearly cringed because I kept thinking if we have to feed one more mouth? And in he came through the door with a real-live-Christmas tree! It's not huge, it's the kind I love and adore with small needles, about four feet high.....and absolutely beautiful. The Grinch stood there holding it with a heart melting smile too - Then he said "I ruin every Christmas for you, and you never ask for anything, I just thought this would make you so happy."
It has......It's the most beautiful tree.....but the love behind it couldn't be larger, or more thoughtful.
Sometimes even in Who-ville? There are surprises that stump me still. And now Pootie is running for her life thinking I'm going to strap a single Antler to her head and take a picture of her in front of the tree. Not happening. I can't run that fast. lol.
Just wanted to share a seasonally good thing with all of you!
Now I'll admit to having my own black Christmas. Remember a few years ago, I think about four or so years - maybe I did or didn't post about it but the only thing that literally got me out of bed in three days over the Christmas break from the darkest depression ever known to me, was this board and the only thing that made me laugh was a certain post about a certain someone who may remain nameless should they choose =kicking a manger scene across their living room. For some odd reason, all I could picture was this woman kicking the donkey (hence the thought kicking *****), and once I started laughing at her expense I couldn't stop. It broke the curse as it were. I baked, I cooked, I even found a small tree and hung miniature things on it and left it up until Valentines Day. Somewhat disturbing to laugh at someones anger, but I'm fairly certain the tree went out the front door too, and trying to picture it all was about more than I could mentally grasp. I thank her every year. Thanks again.
This year however was proving to be much the same with decorations and DF's slight resistance to commercialism of Christmas. The depression isn't as bad as it was in former years. Perhaps because at least one half of his body is not in agonizing pain due to knee replacement. He's peppier, jollier, actually see him wanting to fix things, and do things. It's been a bit of hope here like there hasn't been in ten years. He can hardly wait until the other knee is done so he feels good enough to walk with me in stores, and places we havent' been able to go in over ten years. Our life has been pretty much sedentary and work, home, grocery store home....couch, doctors, home. His tools have sat idle in the workshop for so long most have rusted. It's been very hard on him. I see why he's grumpy.
I don't blame him either. At times I have felt sorry for myself, but try to get over it by keeping busy with other things and volunteering. Helps some, but coming home to your own house with no trimmings this time of year is a little hard when you have a storage container FULL to the brim of a household full of decorations waiting to be used.
So this morning - imagine my surprise when he left for town to get some things at the market and came home calling me from the computer to the den. He said "Look what I found honey." and I nearly cringed because I kept thinking if we have to feed one more mouth? And in he came through the door with a real-live-Christmas tree! It's not huge, it's the kind I love and adore with small needles, about four feet high.....and absolutely beautiful. The Grinch stood there holding it with a heart melting smile too - Then he said "I ruin every Christmas for you, and you never ask for anything, I just thought this would make you so happy."
It has......It's the most beautiful tree.....but the love behind it couldn't be larger, or more thoughtful.
Sometimes even in Who-ville? There are surprises that stump me still. And now Pootie is running for her life thinking I'm going to strap a single Antler to her head and take a picture of her in front of the tree. Not happening. I can't run that fast. lol.
Just wanted to share a seasonally good thing with all of you!
