This past week has been so busy! I finished re-writing/editing A Shadow of Time and have one more read-through before I send it back to my editor. Her suggestions were awesome and I incorporated most if not all of them. I tend to be very 'wordy'. I love descriptions and want my readers to feel they are in the book with me. Sometimes, this slows down the action in the story.
I also finished up my Christmas shopping and am looking forward to seeing the family this weekend. We're staying with my mother-in-law while the kids are joining forces at my youngest son's house. It should be quite a weekend--filled with political arguments, present openings, and kids underneath our feet.
Reflecting back, I remember my first Christmas play in grammar school. We sang carol's, acted out the nativity, and of course, the ever popular, Frosty the Snowman. We ate gingerbread men, Christmas cookies, cider, and eggnog. One of my kids dressed up as a Christmas tree. I think it was my daughter, but sometimes my memory fails me.
My kids grew up and I attended their Christmas parties and plays. It added something special to the Christmas season and still warms the heart with wonderful memories.
Now that my grandchildren are in school there aren't any Christmas plays nor is their a nativity scene in front of the same grammar school I attended. They have holiday parties and are careful not to say the word Christmas in school. Why just yesterday a couple of nice teenage kids were kicked out of school for handing out candy canes.
Why is it OK to have Ramadan at the White House, but not Christmas? Christmas speaks of peace on earth and good will toward men. All men. No matter their religion. I love Christmas lights and adore Christmas music. It makes me feel good and gives me hope.
I want my grandchildren to share in the memories I have. Each year my husband rises and gets the lights on the house. We decorate the tree and buy presents for those we love. We go to church and remember the man who gave his life for us.
But most of all, we remember to love.
Merry Christmas everyone!
I also finished up my Christmas shopping and am looking forward to seeing the family this weekend. We're staying with my mother-in-law while the kids are joining forces at my youngest son's house. It should be quite a weekend--filled with political arguments, present openings, and kids underneath our feet.
Reflecting back, I remember my first Christmas play in grammar school. We sang carol's, acted out the nativity, and of course, the ever popular, Frosty the Snowman. We ate gingerbread men, Christmas cookies, cider, and eggnog. One of my kids dressed up as a Christmas tree. I think it was my daughter, but sometimes my memory fails me.
My kids grew up and I attended their Christmas parties and plays. It added something special to the Christmas season and still warms the heart with wonderful memories.
Now that my grandchildren are in school there aren't any Christmas plays nor is their a nativity scene in front of the same grammar school I attended. They have holiday parties and are careful not to say the word Christmas in school. Why just yesterday a couple of nice teenage kids were kicked out of school for handing out candy canes.
Why is it OK to have Ramadan at the White House, but not Christmas? Christmas speaks of peace on earth and good will toward men. All men. No matter their religion. I love Christmas lights and adore Christmas music. It makes me feel good and gives me hope.
I want my grandchildren to share in the memories I have. Each year my husband rises and gets the lights on the house. We decorate the tree and buy presents for those we love. We go to church and remember the man who gave his life for us.
But most of all, we remember to love.
Merry Christmas everyone!