Twenty-Five Days of Christmas – Dealing with “Those People”

Norman Rockwell must have had a great family to spend the holidays with to create such beautiful images of the world. For the rest of us…

They are your family. You didn’t get to choose who they would be…love them anyway! (mine!)

Families are like fudge – mostly sweet with a few nuts. Author Unknown

Just remember: Next year you could be the fat one! (mine)

Smile, tell them you love it, then send it to Goodwill.

Friends are God’s apology for relations.  ~Hugh Kingsmill

I don’t have to look up my family tree, because I know that I’m the sap.  ~Fred Allen

Christmas is not as much about opening our presents as opening our hearts. – Janice Maeditere

It could be worse! You could be at the in-laws!

It could be worse, you could be an orphan. Somewhere there’s a kid that doesn’t want to be an only child.

Someone traveled to be with these people.

So to get through the holidays:

Keep an upbeat attitude no matter how much the little ones scream, cry or run a muck. It’s only a couple of days a year. Next year will be different: child will grow up, the grown ups will get older, anyone could be gone from us at anytime.

Live like there is no tomorrow, laugh, dance and sing like no one is watching, love like your heart will never break.


Twenty-Five Days of Christmas – Don’t you dare give him that!

Don’t give my son a noisy toy then send him home. I’m telling you now, forget that Santa’s watching…Mommy is. That toy will be only to play with at your house. I don’t care how popular it is. I see no way anything that noise could help motor functions, unless you consider covering your ears developmental. Yes I want him to be musically inclined but if it makes the same racket as banging on the pots and pans…he’s already got that covered.

I do not want anything that has the possibility of screaming, cackling, popping, whirling, whizzing at three A.M until I break down and retrieve it from the child’s bed. If this happens, expect a phone call every time my sleep is disturbed.

Do not give my child anything living. Either it won’t be alive for long or it will be lost in my house. Again,  if the lost, living thing wakes me. I wake you!

Do not give him anything sticky. If I must retrieve a toy from the ceiling, wall, cat’s fur, then it is not appropriate. If I must use a spatula, cleaning solution, or vacuum it does not belong to my child.

Do not give him something to torment, tie up, maim or eventually kill the cat with. If there is even a possiblity of these actions, and do remember this is my son we are speaking of, then do not do it.

My darling nieces, and little girl cousins whom I love so dearly…I may not live with them but do not give them slutty dolls. Skimpy outfits and breasts larger than mine are not good roll models.

Do not give them makeup. The cat, gerbil, and dogs will not look good running around with pink toe nails, blue eye shadow and ruby red lips.