Hanukkah and Christmas overlap this year, and they won’t again until 2027, so let’s celebrate all that unites us.
I wish for you and your families a Merry Hanukkamas and a Happy Christnukkah!
I didn’t intend to blog today but wanted to share this video from a couple of nights ago. In midtown Toronto, many neighbours of Inglewood Drive do something unique for the holidays. This year, forty-five of them have installed giant-sized, inflatable Santa Clauses on their front lawns. Each measure over fourteen feet, and they’re quite the sight!
Accompanied by an upbeat song, “Birdman” by John Beadle, I hope you enjoy the video … and have a wonderful Christmas day!
~ eden ♥
Tomorrow night Hannukah begins.
In less than two weeks Christmas arrives.
No matter how busy, frazzled, or rushed you feel, don’t forget to breathe and enjoy this special time. Here’s Bill Withers and one of my favorite songs.
Have a lovely day and a lovely week,
This blog is unscheduled, off the cuff, and it’s going to be a hodge podge of stuff, so bear with me. It’s yearend, Christmas, and nobody’s going to read this anyway – but what the heck?
Firstly, an update to my post of earlier this week called “Stories from a Holiday Heart.” The publication of the book has been seized. I know that sounds severe, but I’m just playing with words. Actually, our delightful editor, R. Jeffreys is looking for a different publisher at the moment, so I will let you know when it is available again. Though disappointed it will not be available for the holidays, I appreciate your continued support of my writing endeavours.
Early in December, I sent out five parcels to the United Kingdom – Christmas gifts for friends. I am almost certain at this moment they’ve been seized by the Royal Mail system. They were all sent at the same time, and only one of them got through. My tiny “Eden’s Edibles” are probably in the “seized overseas” parcels department. Bah!
As of December 31st, the last of my five parcels arrived at its U.K. destination. I’m eating crow, and the recipients are eating my cookies! I extend my sincere apologies to the Royal Mail system. 🙂
“C” is for Christmas, something I now celebrate after not doing so for many years. I used to observe Hannukah because of the significant person in my life at the time. Now, I am happy to return to Christmas — tree, gifts, lights. The one constant, however, (that’s another “c”) is family and friends. Christmas has never been a religious event for me, but it’s always involved the people I care about, plenty of food, fun, conversation and laughter. No matter how you celebrate, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, and my best to you for 2012.
There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.
One day, a letter came addressed in shaky handwriting to God with no actual address. He thought he should open it to see what it was about.
The letter read:
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension payment.
Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
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The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
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Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?
Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.
By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it might have been those bastards at the post office.
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When making out your Christmas list, don’t forget your friendly postal worker!