To my chums at Litty,
Well. When I used to study writing, the rules said never start a story with a "well", or an "anyway" or a "so". Those are meant to pause the thought, and ya can’t pause what ya haven’t even started. But I don’t study writing anymore so I can do anything I what.
So. Christmas has never been a great time for me. I was usually pretty poor but I don’t think it was not getting the presents that bugged me. This year the Discover card people have a commercial about how the folks in WhoVille believe that gifts are not the spirit of Christmas, and then they cut away and say "but just in case…run up your Discover card". Am happy to say that the Discover card people do not see me as fit to have one a their cards.
Anyway. Hopefully, a lot of people out there are understanding Christmas in a religious way, cause it seems to me that is why it was invented. By whoever invented it. But I am not gonna go there, ok? But I hope it has that meaning to tons of people. Bless them and everything.
You see. I think Christmas is hard because, I am not sure, but it seems like, as people rush and bump, they are less likely to spend the time it might take to help me feel something different, or better, or kinder than I am feeling. And maybe, in the cold of winter, I need that time. And then, they seem just as unlikely to let me spend that time with them, to help them change the way they feel. And maybe they need that time. Ya know? That moment, that sudden touch, fingers caressing a face, that one word that reveals an understanding, a sharing, an unexpected belief from another person. The time in which it takes to make love.
So. Go give gifts to friends, rush tussle and bump, eat candy and fatted goose, believe in what miracle you may believe. But please take time to touch someone’s face.
Merriest.
Kathy
Well. When I used to study writing, the rules said never start a story with a "well", or an "anyway" or a "so". Those are meant to pause the thought, and ya can’t pause what ya haven’t even started. But I don’t study writing anymore so I can do anything I what.
So. Christmas has never been a great time for me. I was usually pretty poor but I don’t think it was not getting the presents that bugged me. This year the Discover card people have a commercial about how the folks in WhoVille believe that gifts are not the spirit of Christmas, and then they cut away and say "but just in case…run up your Discover card". Am happy to say that the Discover card people do not see me as fit to have one a their cards.
Anyway. Hopefully, a lot of people out there are understanding Christmas in a religious way, cause it seems to me that is why it was invented. By whoever invented it. But I am not gonna go there, ok? But I hope it has that meaning to tons of people. Bless them and everything.
You see. I think Christmas is hard because, I am not sure, but it seems like, as people rush and bump, they are less likely to spend the time it might take to help me feel something different, or better, or kinder than I am feeling. And maybe, in the cold of winter, I need that time. And then, they seem just as unlikely to let me spend that time with them, to help them change the way they feel. And maybe they need that time. Ya know? That moment, that sudden touch, fingers caressing a face, that one word that reveals an understanding, a sharing, an unexpected belief from another person. The time in which it takes to make love.
So. Go give gifts to friends, rush tussle and bump, eat candy and fatted goose, believe in what miracle you may believe. But please take time to touch someone’s face.
Merriest.
Kathy
