Rumbles & Grumbles

I don't know how I came to arrive at such a place. This will be the third Christmas since being able to purchase any gifts. At all. I know it's not about gifts; who said that anyway? Tell a two year-old that fact (whose?) when he receives gifts from everyone but his Nana. Tell that to a 12 year-old who has a birthday just before Christmas and once again, her Nana has no gifts for her. Perhaps I can bake some goodies to hand out as gifts. I baked cookies yesterday. Grumbling is not something I have ever wanted to be guilty of, yet it seems the light at the end of the tunnel grows more dim with each passing day. With the waking of another day the grumbling rumbles; and rumbles more loudly. Rumbling grumbling. I so need a Sunny spot for awhile. Even if for a week, my Heart would rejoice as my Soul would sing so loudly from the warmth of the Sun. Sun medicine. Lack of robs one's Soul of songs.

I'm not likin this

I am not liking this. Christmas. Holidays in general. I have four grandchildren of whom two are already thinking Christmas is fun & presents. I'm poor. Was that heard? It's depressing. As if I had no other reason to be depressed, the holidays antagonize the condition.

I can't wait until the holidays are over. I want to sleep through til New Year's Day. Then I can put the year ahead into perspective. There are way too many splinters at this time. Splinters hurt.

O Christmas Tree

With credit given to my cousin, Paula, we now have a Christmas Tree. I am so blessed to have cousins in my life who are closer than a sister, and the best friends anyone could have. Tis the Season to be Jolly (I am told).