Saturday, November 28, 2015

When to Kill the Elf

To “Elf”, or Not to “elf” - THAT is the question.

I remember as a little kid, that Christmas was pure magic. My little family had next to nothing in material wealth, but my parents did the best they could on my dad's meager paycheck. We had an elf who “lived in the chimney” - my mom would go over and talk to it. (note: Invisible elves are easier to break up with than toy elves who sit all over the house.) So where did the magic come from? My insane parents – they tucked us into bed on Christmas Eve with stories of Santa Claus and Baby Jesus – right after we had hung a stocking – and then, after we drifted off to sleep, they began. The tree went up in the living room, candles in the window, sparkly tinsel and wreaths made from the trimmed branches of the tree. Toys that had to be built (insert tab A into slot B) were constructed. They were up ALL night. And when we woke up the next morning, it WAS magic!!! The decorations probably came from the Five and Dime, most of what was on the tree was homemade, boxes of tree tinsel cost a nickel each, but my mom hung EACH strand one at a time so it would look like rain cascading down the tree (No clumps of tinsel on HER trees!) What had been a plain old living room was suddenly Fairyland.

And that brings me round to the Elf. Kids look back on traditions as part of the stability of their childhood. I question if you start a tradition that is obviously going to have an end, then you need to also have a plan on how to end it. How do you tell the kids about Santa? When? How and when do you discuss “the elf”? When you end the elf, are you also ending the other fantasies? Is the little amount of time hiding the elf worth the repercussions of ending the magic too soon?

But I DO remember my mom talking about how much SHE missed her silly invisible elf – I know now it wasn't the elf – it was US and our innocent belief in the powers of said tattletale. And I remember missing the magic of the Holiday - even when I was a little older and helping decorate and doing charity work. We substituted new traditions, but there just wasn't “magic” - at least, not until the next generation of babies came along.

So – choose to not elf if you want – but please, not because you say you have too many other obligations (which reminds me that MY parents and grandparents had just as many – maybe the author of the article should have the kids help with the cookies and the nativity and make the paper chain themselves? She is right about picking and choosing activities, but sacrificing the elf that SHE brought into the house??? C'mon – you can move that little sucker around while you're brushing your teeth!) But after you have begun a long-standing tradition, be wary of suddenly just ending it – have a plan in place. It's a tough call on deciding when to draw the curtain on the magic show. Once you know how the lady doesn't get sawed in half, it's just a pretty, bendy, besequined lady folding herself up at one end and another person hiding in the foot of the box. No magic.



Thursday, November 26, 2015

Thanksgiving Day 2015





They left their homeland because the oppression was too great.
They managed a dangerous journey across a huge ocean.
When they arrived on the shores of their New World, they had practically nothing, except their hopes and dreams.
They encountered almost insurmountable obstacles.
They were helped by those who had already arrived in the New World – taught how to fend for themselves – obtain food and manage to live with the elements. Even though the newcomers struggled, the natives gave freely of what they had – both resources and skills – and eventually, the newcomers began to thrive.

Whether we talk about the Wampanoags and Pilgrims, or Americans and new refugees, the story hasn't changed over the last 400 years.

Let us all remember the gift we have been given of lving in this wonderful country – despite its warts, it is STILL a beacon of light and hope. May your tables and bellies be full today, and your hearts be light. God bless us, everyone!

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

November 25thThanksgiving Travel Day


It doesn't matter if you're on the road or at home.
It doesn't matter if you're with friends and family or going it alone.
It doesn't matter if you're Republican or Democrat.
It doesn't matter if you're old-family or a new immigrant.
It doesn't matter if you have money or not.
It doesn't matter if you live in a big house or a one room walk-up.
None of it matters.
Except peace.
And love.
And understanding.
That we're all in this together.
And that we realize that none of us gets out alive anyway, so we'd better take the opportunity to make what little time we have the best for everyone around us. Constantly.With an open heart.
Wishing you and yours a peaceful day.
Pray for the planet.
Pray for the people.
Be kind to the animals.
Be kind to the Earth.
Go out there and be the person that makes others smile.
Be thankful for what you have.
Be thankful for the desire to do better.
Be the change in the world you want to see.
I see the goodness in all of you.


Sunday, November 15, 2015

15 November, 2015

The French struck back today.  With some help from U.S.Armed Forces and bases in Jordan and the UAE - twenty large bombs were dropped on ISIS bases in their "capital" city.  Retaliation will be swift and might.  Made me remember Ronald Reagan when he went after Libya and Qaddaffi for the bombing of the Marines in Lebanon.

I can't help but wonder - if the nations of the free world had bonded together in the beginning - what would the outcome have been?

If we hadn't gone into Iraq on Bush's faulty intelligence, what would the outcome have been?

If we had left the dictatorships in power instead of these rogue "governments" who are stuck in the middle ages, what would the outcome have been?

If Britain hadn't messed up the Middle East early in the 20th century, what would the outcome have been?

Will I live to see the end of this?

13 November. 2015


Another sad day in world history - 


Paris was under siege today - literally, Is Paris Burning?

Watching the news was tough - memories of what it FELT like on 9-11 came rushing back - and I wouldn't wish those feelings on anyone.  So sad to see people so traumatized by the evil around them.  But in the midst of all that evil - bombs, suicide bombers, machine guns - people killed eating dinner, enjoying a concert, at a soccer game - THERE WAS LIGHT!  People opening their homes since their fellow Parisians couldn't get home on a Metro that was shut down  - the leaders of the FREE world stepping up, the helpers, as Mr. Rogers reminded us, helping.  And it brought back the message of my favorite book I read with the kids all those teaching years - A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle - the one where some kids go and fight for their father's life and take on the embodiment of all the evil in the universe.

How do they defeat IT (the embodiment of evil)?  With love.  So simple.

I wonder when those who would destroy the planet through their hate and fear-mongering will get that? Maybe I should send them all a copy of the book.  Or maybe I'll just go reread it myself - it always makes me feel better about the planet.








Je suis Paris!





One of my former students posted a message from her Parisian "mother" (she was an exchange student last summer:  "Nous ne baisserons pas la tĂȘte et ferons front contre ces terroristes.”// 
“We will not hang our heads and we will stand up against these terrorists.”