I guess the very fact that I am doing JYC for the seventh time is a pretty good clue to the fact I love Christmas.
My journal entry today is focussed on the fact that I love the novelty side of life. I work on the principal that you decorate your tree and your house and so you ought to be able to decorate yourself too.
I have a whole collection of novelties such as earrings, antlers, elf ears and so on, plus the obligatory Santa hats.
Today I donned the sparkly reindeer earrings and the Santa hat to sing We Wish You a Merry Christmas. And it was fun - pure and simple.
So they are my photo of the day and my journal page
Now tell me they are not cute!
The poor chap on the left is actually bereft of one of his eyes bless him. If he looses the other then he will be
'no eye deer'
Sorry I couldn't resist and it is a cracker joke - what do you call a Blind Rudolph? No idea!
I think the Christmas spirit is starting to get to me.
Barb you are quite right - we are close to breaking up .... just another week to go.
Today I am thankful for
- the fun of Christmas
- the fact that working with children enables me to behave like a child legitimately at times.
and my page a day calendar page today is
When he was three, my grandson, Caleb, loved to play “wolf.” He would stand in the corner of the playroom and build a tower of cardboard blocks around himself. I would crawl back and forth in front of the tower, growling, “I’m a big, bad wolf! I’m going to eat you up!” Every time Caleb tried to come out, I’d snap my teeth. Finally, he’d burst through the blocks and run into the living room, laughing all the way.
One Saturday, after my knees ached from prowling and I’d growled myself hoarse, I decided to change the rules. I sat down and pretended to cry. “I’m a big, bad wolf! No one likes me! No one will play with me! Won’t anyone be my friend?”
Caleb’s laughter stopped abruptly. For a moment, I thought he would burst into tears. Then he grinned. “Me!” he shouted, tapping his chest. “Me! I will be the wolf’s friend!” And he launched himself into my arms.
A silly game? Yes, but one that demonstrated a profound truth: Love can often turn a growling wolf into a gentle friend.