While the holiday season picks up speed - I thought I would provide proof that I don’t back away from participating. I think of it as plowing onward a day at a time in an attempt to sweep away the memories of past Decembers, and make this December fun for those that I love.
|She needs no introduction at this point. |
My little Christmas Angel, Eskarina.
|My tree as seen from my deck.|
|Looking at a fully decorated and lighted Christmas |
tree works better for me than any meditation.
|Meathead, my son’s English Bull Dog - gone many years ago|
but still much loved.
|My tree has bows on it instead of tinsel. Many years ago we switched to |
bows - cats eat tinsel, as it turns out. You don’t want to know how I found out.
It involves rubber gloves.
|Memories of my mom hang on the tree. She made these ornaments.|
|An ornament commemorating Esk's year of birth.|
|A Pug in a Santa suit - a nod of remembrance for Grimace, |
my son’s pug that loved me as no other has done. Gone many years but
still fills a large part of my heart.
|A package ornament that my mother-in-law put on a|
Christmas gift to me - my first Christmas with her son.
|An ornament I purchased the first Christmas my|
son spent away from family in the Marines. Another hard Christmas.
|Decorations I inherited from my mother-in-law. She loved|
|Two other houses I inherited. The Christmas tree was made by my mother.|
|My helper! 😀|
|Although it is not clear, she is trying to tie her dress to my tree. 🤣|
|A visit to Santa! Socially distanced, of course.|
And a big improvement over previous years - the first of which she
cried and cried. The second of which she had a stomach virus and
threw up in the car on her way to visit Santa.
Ahh ... the memories.