My house is for sale and I have been instructed to have only a few decorations, tasteful and more subliminal than blaring. That has twisted the holiday for me. No Russ to celebrate, no tree or ornaments of shared history, an unfamiliar texture. It beckons me each morning as I wake to a very clean, uncluttered and denuded house. My memories have been packed away, living only in my heart.
Today, two days before Christmas, I think about family, those who enrich my world and make me want to be a better person.
life is short -
spend it with people
who make you laugh
feel worthy
people
joined in love
familiar
people who care
help you grow
perhaps connected by blood
perhaps not
people who create forever memories
unmeasurable
supportive
nurturing
trusting
with you in the ebb and flow
they are the ones
family
life
embrace them
don’t let go
life is short
make it matter
make them matter
family is home
let the gift deepen
life is short
If you can, slip past our culture's demand for gifts and glitter to reach out and love your family. Selling my home during this season has actually gifted me with the reminder of that.