The Christmas season can be hectic. Full of activities we deem necessary to reach that mythical goal called perfection.
As much as I’d love to say I’ve never fallen victim to the commercial depictions of a perfect, joy filled holiday… I can’t.
I’d love for my family to gather around the tree, drink eggnog and sing carols while snow softly falls. So far I have the tree. Eggnog around here is gone in a nano second and caroling? I can hear their off-key groans now as everyone scatters.
And gifts… The store advertisements are filled with pictures of beautiful, joyful people with perfect smiles carrying their designer purses. Shiny objects filled with illusion and promise.
Today Mr.P and I went for a walk. (How’s that for a subject leap, eh?) It was a horrible stormy day so we didn’t get far. While on our way back home our neighbor Joe was standing on his porch and invited us in to visit. And so we did…
You see Joe is 81 years old and recently widowed. Sherri passed away August 27th. Joe and Sherri live across the street from us. Sherri was there when we moved into our house in 1972. We were neighbors for 42 years. I miss knowing Sherri is just across the street.. a few steps or phone call away.
We had just sat down when Joe approached me holding Sherri purse. He wanted me to have it. It was her favorite he said. They even had a new strap made when the original wore out.
It does not have a designer label and is quite worn in a few areas, its sparkle long gone. It was not gift wrapped and placed under the tree but lovingly offered from the heart.
This is one Christmas gift I’ll cherish and remember… however, there was no money left in any pockets. I checked.
Until Next Time…