Will there be Christmas?

Well mom was back in the hospital this week. She has taken another step down this terrible path. When we try to talk about Christmas she avoids the conversation. She tells us time is short so we are all taking what we can.

I can't imagine a Christmas without my mom because she has always been the spirit of our Christmas and the heart of our family. If you visited our house for the first time during the holidays it was almost guaranteed that your chin would hit your chest. Where most people have the tree and a few decorations my mom's home is a wonderland. She decorates every room in the house from the living room to the bathroom. It wasn't just the decorations but the music, homemade candy and cookies as well as the loaf of sweet bread you took away with you when you left.

This years theme is Santa's (she alternates themes). The first thing you see is papa's lights and the outdoor walk to the house decorated. Of course there is the big display in the bay window as well. When you come in the door you first see the mantel lit up with a garland and the carousal spread across it ready to play carols for the the great granddaughters. In front of the stove are two child size chairs with Mr. and Mrs. Clause waiting to greet you. As you turn to go into the main part of the room, on the coffee table, there is the beautiful hand made miniature beaded tree with ornaments, presents and lights. Every window has garlands and every table has it's show of Santa's. Even in the kitchen the hand soap dispenser is a Santa. You will see Santa's from 1" to 5' tall. We will make sure her decorations are up but the smells of her baking everyday will be missing.

This is my Christmas wish


CHRISTMAS WITH MAMA

Christmas with mama, please let it be
for she's the angel, at the top of the tree.

The Christmas lights twinkle, that's mama's eyes
and ribbons and lace, make the bows that she ties.

Santa's big sack, is small as can be
compared to mama's, under the tree.

The heavenly perfume, you almost can taste
comes from her kitchen, where all head in haste.

Mama's laugh is a carol, sounding bright and clear
Letting you know, all she holds dear.

And of course most of all, at the end of the night
she tucks you in bed with a kiss, and turns out the light.

So Christmas with mama, please let it be
our last family Christmas, round her family tree.


For all of you who take the time to read this thanks for helping me face the most difficult time in my life. May you all have a healthy and happy holiday with your loved ones.