I heard her talking today about things she wants to do for Christmas. They aren’t big things, just little ones. And some of them, I can’t even eat…
She wants to make and bake all the things she used to when our boys were little. I think she would even make all the Christmas ‘trimmings’ herself if she could. She remembers one year when they did just that… and they still have most of them. Even some little ‘presents’ for the Christmas tree… just little empty boxes that she wrapped up before the boys were born.
She says it is good to remember other days… and remember that what made them special was the love and the thought that went into them, not the money that was spent on things.
As long as that doesn’t mean she economises on my turkey, that’s okay. I’d rather have her to snuggle up to, than the biggest turkey ever… (though both would be nice… just mentioning that…).
And I’m not the only one who thinks so. Merlin’s two-legses, Anita and Jaye, remember a Christmas that went all inside out..
P.S. If you would like to join the fun and be part of my Advent Calendar, just send me your Christmas stories, poems and memories… or even share your letters to Santa Paws.
I’d love to hear from anyone with fur or feathers, four-legs or even two!
(Email my two-legs at firstname.lastname@example.org).
I remember the time we were living in a small caravan, not much room for anything, let alone to swing a cat. Sorry about that, Ani, I forgot for a moment I am speaking to someone with four legs.
For the first time in my granddaughter’s lives, we had no room for a Christmas tree, and this did not feel right at all. We desperately needed a little magic.
On Christmas Day, we left the curtains closed until they arrived and managed to squeeze everyone around the table for dinner.
To a drum roll, Jaye opened the curtains. Right outside the window, by the field, stood our old Christmas tree, fully decorated. My granddaughters rushed outside to make sure it was real. We always like to surprise them, and let me tell you, they were surprised.
Happy Christmas to you and your two legs, Ani…
Anita Dawes loves all things esoteric, magical and other worldly and would prefer to live in a fairy tale. In between these moments, she likes to visit old churches and ancient buildings.
She has written six fiction novels in various genres, Bad Moon, Simple, Secrets, The Scarlet Ribbon; Let it Go and Not My Life. Presently working on a sequel to her popular supernatural romance, The Scarlet Ribbon.
Anita has recently rediscovered her childhood love of poetry and often writes and posts them online.
Owned by an egocentric black and white cat called Merlin, named after her favourite hero, Anita dislikes computers and prefers to writes longhand, sharing a website with Jaye Marie, who transcribes and edits her work.
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