Wednesday, December 21, 2011

All those whos in whoville and their noise noise noise! Am I a Grinch?

I fear I am turning into the Grinch. You know, scowling about Christmas commercialism and all the Whos in Whoville’s noise wearing on my nerves. What’s happened to me? When Christmas was always the most perfect, most wonderful time of the year? Somewhere along the way I’ve let some kind of magic go, some kind of beauty of the season. I want it back. Lawdy be, can you help me? How? you may ask. Well . . . I’m open to suggestions. Perhaps: leave me Christmassy comments that enlighten and lighten? Email me cute Christmas cards? Post wonderful holiday thoughts and send me the link? Then my heart will grow umpteen sizes too big and I'll be full of Christmas Cheer - whoop!

 I want to look forward to decorating the tree with glee and fiddledeedee. I want to inhale the scents that come only this time of year - spices and sweet and fresh. I want to gasp at the wonders. I will have no child running in breathlessly to tear open gifts, for my son and granddaughter are many miles away in Oregon. Maybe that’s part of it, too—my friends and family are far from me. Oh, I hate whiners! Whos in Whoville and all that noise, noise, noise!

What do I want for Christmas this year? I want that spirit to come back with a big Bam-a-lammo. I can’t force it, so I’m asking you all, anyone of you at all, to help me find that Christmas-Holiday Doodledeedahday. I know it’s somewhere. I must have just misplaced it in a corner, under a pile of sweaters, in the sock drawer, in the hollowed out tree, behind the dresser, under the couch . . . somewhere, it’s here somewhere.

 There is a Christmas special on Lifetime television where this jaded book editor hates Christmas and is grumpy and yada yada the same old; but, as I watch it, I tear up a bit, as if I am seeing parts of myself in this woman. Thing is, at the end of the movie, I know she’ll have found what she is missing—will I find it along with her? Gee, I hope so.

 I think perhaps I will need to do something different, something to take me outside of myself. Yes. That's it. Outside of myself. And, I’ll keep searching those little corners and places for that old feeling—I just know it’s there. It rises up and quickly flies away just out of my grasp. Maybe you’ve seen it? Floating around, my Holiday Spirit. If you do see it, grab hold of it and bring it back to me, and for that, I’ll be filled with gratitude.

Perhaps I’ll fly like the hawk over a jeweled city of holiday shine and there I will find what I need . . . yes, right in Whoville. Yes. There it is . . . just ahead.

Now, off with my bad elf-self, and I'll see you all on Friday with Linky Love.

(and SWEETIE is doing well in the Amazon weekly deals - Friday is the last day to find it at this special before it goes back to its regular price - same with Firefly Dance. Thank you all for your support! Hmm, that's something to be grateful for this holiday season! - MY READERS! *heart is starting to grow* After this promo is over, I won't be mentioning it as I have been - you know how I like my "car salesman-free zone" here *laughing* :-D )


john bord said...

No longer ascribing my happiness to temporal things, the peaks and valleys have become a rolling avenue in life for me. I value my relationships more than the material goodies I can buy. A peace flats within for it is mine, it does not come from a store. I do not have to clamor over others, jostling and pushing to get to the shelves or scramble for a space in the lot of parking. The noise of the big city is but a fading memory.

Festive lights and displays of the season warm the cockles, snow lies on the ground, Jack Frost decorates the morning, moonbeams glisten in the night.

I am content with life, I have no expectations but to enjoy the season as it unfolds. The carols of Christmas float through the house, candles cast dancing shadows on the walls.

May the spirit of Christmas find your heart and reside in it.

Merry Christmas.

Susan R. Mills said...

I hope you find what you need. I've felt that way before. I'm okay this year, but I remember being there not too long ago. I can't put my finger or what's different, so I don't have the answer. I'm sure the Whos so, though. :)

Diane said...

I think I'm getting the old timers don't like noise thing too. Wishing you a Merry Christmas and hugs! :O)

Sandra Leigh said...

I hear you, Kat -- and I've just deleted the rest of this comment, which was very, very Grinchlike. Happy Solstice, Kat. May we find joy in the coming of the light, as did our mothers and their mothers before them.

Karen S. Elliott said...

I'm so happy I have wonderful writer friends like you! I get to spend time with my most favorite people on Christmas Day - my son, his wife, and my two cute-as-buttons grandsons. Dig under the sweaters and find the joy!

MTeacress said...

I'm sorry you're feeling grinch-ish. Look up THE COAT on YouTube (it's also on my blog this week). It's a very good de-grincher/children's story/video only two minutes long. :)

Glenda C. Beall said...

Kat, I felt this would be a very sad Christmas for me. I lost my brother and sister in law in recent months. I lost my husband in 2009, and holidays have been very tough. Just a few weeks ago, my dear friend, Rocky, my dog, died.
But I made up my mind earlier to bring Christmas back to my house. I held an Open House and enjoyed all the writers and friends who came. I had a luncheon for members of one of my classes. My sister helped me. She came and decorated my home for Christmas.
I played Christmas music all day and in my car. I tried not to think of those I missed, but to look for the things about the holidays that helped me feel good.
Giving always helps. However you can do it, with cash or with your time, helping others raises your spirits. We have to get outside our own grief to see the needs of others.
I hope you can find a way to bring Christmas to others who need some cheer. It is a therapy that really works. I wish you blessings on your loved ones and you. I know this has to be a difficult holiday for you this year with your loss of your father. But remember you are loved and admired and you bring joy to those of us who read your blog and your books.