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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Friday, December 25, 2009

Retroblog Christmas 1981

Christmas 1981

Here are some things our family does to celebrate Christmas.

__ reads the story of the birth of Jesus

__ puts on the Nativity play

__ goes Christmas caroling

__ Trims a Christmas tree

_X hangs up stockings for Santa Claus to fill

__ does anonymous good deeds for people

__ bakes goodies for friends

_X gives presents to each other

__ has a special Christmas dinner

__ has a party for our family or friends.

I forgot to mark down other things. On Christmas Eve, Dad would read the Christmas Story out of the Bible for us, reminding us of the reason for the season. We would attempt to not fight and to sing some Christmas Carols around the piano. (There would be fighting AND pouting.) The stockings were not hung by the chimney with care, as the mantle wouldn't handle it, plus there was a wood fire going on. So, they would be hung off the staircase with care -- over the piano -- or placed on the piano. The tree had already been trimmed sometime after Thanksgiving, but the angel placement was always a big deal to Mom (and what an angel it was!). As I've mentioned, goodies had been baked and already distributed to the neighbors. The parents probably had done anonymous good deeds, but since we were little, we didn't realize that what was going on. Our special Christmas "dinner," was more of the family tradition of a late Christmas Day brunch of pancakes and/or omelettes (made by Dad), followed by "grazing" around the table throughout the day -- on fruit, cheese and crackers (Chicken in a Biscuit are a must!), veggies, candy, and odds-and-ends.

Every family has their own traditions. Now that we're all scattered, new ones are developing, based on childhood nostalgia and new family dynamics. Enjoy your Christmas, my little nieces and nephews, knowing that one day you'll look back at your family traditions through rose colored lenses.

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