HAPPY NEW YEAR EVE

To all my blog buddies, 

other friends and family

OUT with the OLD

IN with the NEW

HAPPY NEW YEAR

2022

PS.) Click on picture at beginning to enlarge, 

so you can read the poem

XMAS SWEATER & GREETINGS

 

It's that time of year.

We are in the home stretch, peeps.

Time to get out your UGLY sweaters...

for dinner with the 

family & friends- 

this weekend.

Whether in person or by Zoom,

or another platform...

find JOY in the moments 

you get to spend together...

this Christmas.  
Life is unpredictable and you never know

what tomorrow might bring. 
I think all of us are hoping

for a HAPPY ending...

when 2021 goes and the

 New Year begins...

like the movies we revel in. 

Time will tell regarding 2022.

MEANWHILE...

We have to take things

one day at a time...

and just 

SMILE.

 Don't forget your Christmas sweater.

I've got mine. 

Though, I had to get 

a BIGGER size

this year. 

Too many cookies.

But I'm embracing 

the more zaftig me.

Listen to this 

new song by Michael Buble

while you get dressed

for dinner. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LfuBZqXa-4

MERRY CHRISTMAS 

to all my blog buddies, 

family and other friends.

You are the only gifts I need 

under my tree. 

LOVE you ALL.

ENJOY! ENJOY! ENJOY!

You are NEVER too old

to look up into the night sky

for Santa on

Christmas Eve...

White Christmas and a Purple Radio

With the Christmas spirit all around, I find myself humming all the old classics. I can’t get enough of them. Modern technology takes a backseat in my house. I have an old purple radio with a broken antenna in the kitchen. It’s tuned to the station that plays nonstop Christmas music, day in and day out. When I wake up…  first thing I do is head into the kitchen and turn on that old radio, then make a cup of tea. I’m delighted beyond words to listen to the songs. They bring me such joy. Something so very simple... brightens my day before it really begins. This is where my head is, immersed in the magic and wonder of the Christmas season.  But today as my daily routine began… I pulled open the door to my refrigerator freezer. And... as I  reached in to get an ice pack... for my aching back. And something to thaw out for dinner later… a block of FROZEN bison meat, weighing about one pound… flew off the top shelf, and hit me on the side of my head... before adding insult to injury, falling kaput on top of my foot and toes. I shrieked. It hurt. Really hurt. Did I mention I was barefoot. It became clear at that moment... as the radio blasted holly jolly songs, and I sat down to nurse my sore head and foot... that  this was going to be a BAD day. The universe had decided to derail that good fuzzy feeling I had deep inside from the music… and replace it with the cold harsh reality that is my life. No Hallmark Movie happy endings here. Maybe tomorrow, I thought… as I said the hell with the tea… 

and hobbled  to turn the radio off 

and head back to bed. 

Secretly hoping for a white Christmas in my dreams.