Monday, December 16, 2013

A Note About Christmas

It is funny that we think we may have extra time during Christmas. A lot of us get time off. I thought I was going to, have extra time that is. And I do not work. My husband, who is off for five weeks, has been running all over the place. I pictured him watching hockey and me reading my Christmas books. ALL of my Christmas books. I read two. Or was it three? Either way I am not going to be able to tackle the nearly 700 page one. And my sweet book I paid for from Amazon because it was called "Snowflakes and Coffee Cakes" has maybe one chapter read.

Why is this? Why can we not relax. Because we have been conditioned to run around like crazy people to get things done. I often wish I was born in another era where you made maybe three gifts for each member of your family and they were happy. OH! And to get a book back then, that would be THE gift to talk about.

I think of being young and watching Little House on The Prarie and wishing that I was Laura. It just seemed so much simpler. Harder in a lot of ways but peaceful in other ways that we will never get back.

Then when I read a book on my laptop. A book on a computer? A computer on my lap? We just got rid of our computer from 1994! I often get upset for the children of today who will not know what it is like to read on your bed all day long with the window open. Or to play outside all day long. And bring a book with you to stop and sit and read.

It is not all about reading but a good portion is. I bet you "watch" homework now in a lot of cases. I fear for a child I will bring on the planet. He or she will never know of simple pleasures I did and I do not know how to fix that.

I just wanted to say that. I am not depressed. I am just happy I remember what it was like when things were slower. I can always loose myself in a book. And speaking of books, I always am nostalgic watching the movie "A Christmas Story" which, by the way, is a mixture of a few stories from a series of short stories where that book came from. The book by Gene Shephard. I would have to look it up. But not now. I have a husband to help out and a house to decorate. I am going to slow down.

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