"Christmas isn't the same,"
she said,
"since I put up my hair and put dolls away,
and Mary, Joseph, and the newborn babe
became figures on the mantel.
Now, Handel's Messiah is just a song;
I barely bother to sing along,
and silent nights don't even last as long
as the bill to pay.
Christmas,"
she said,
"just isn't the same."
For Peggy's prompt at Real Toads.
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
16 comments:
Sad, isn't it, that Christmases of adulthood can never match those of our first 10 years. Now it's all about counting the cost, fending off relatives and hours spent cooking and cleaning...At least there are some younguns out there for whom it will be the best Christmas ever.
Yes those childhood Christmases are never quite equaled. Though I must say that I think the best Christmases for me were those when my children were small.
I have to say, I don't really celebrate Christmas, and it's really liberating. I just get to spend time with my family and not worry about gifts and such. it's supposed to be a special time, yet for many it's just very stressful.
The best memories of Christmases seem to be in the 'good old days.'
Yeah, this is the time of year when I feast on the memories of Christmas past when magic clung to everything. Loved this, Mama Zen.
Sad when we realize Christmas has lost its magic...great write!!
What Peggy said - the best Christmases were when my kids were small. I went totally berserk and we had incredible Christmases. Not nearly the magic now everyone is grown up.
Yeah. You've seen one Savior born, you've seen 'em all.
Still laughing at what Fireblossom said. But really, I believe that once we are aware of that fade-out, we can step back in or even step somewhere else that we find immediate and vital.
let your hair down, baby!
"Mama Zen, you are so right," (she said wistfully).
Feeling like this, this year
I wrote about when Christmas changed, too, but I love "since I put up my hair" because it gives such a nice Victorian vibe to your poem. Well done, as always, MZ.
K
At Christmas I think of people on the street, in the cold and rain, who put up their hair long ago. ~
nice lines.... :)
The meaning of every festivity changes over time as we grow up. Wise and well-penned.
-HA
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