"A Meaning of Christmas..."

“A Meaning of Christmas…”

 

It’s been a loooong year and a short one yet again.

Fewer “voices” both inside and out.

“Missing friends…”

Personal tears and “breakings” -

Moments of 11- level pain -

Emotional shatterings …healings…

Finding self and all but giving up.

Silence in all its hurt-full glory.

 

I’m a whiner and a complainer…

I’ve been told, been told by those that KNOW.

It’s wrong to hurt and speak of it.

It’s wrong to tell a person they are hurting you.

…quite for real…

It’s wrong to ask why, or for them to stop, or think

of what they do - to me, to others…

or to do what they say

or are supposed to do…

And DON’T BLAME!!  Don’t be angry …accept, accept

Except - it freaking HURTS …at times, even the SKIN hurts

and behind the eyes midnaught is 24/7…

But

Life happens - still happens

…some escape, some …don’t.

And even cowboys cry - I know. I know…

 

I miss the “pretties” - you know -

Glistening, glimmering, the hope-full music,

All the colors!!

Smiles, the heart-full eyes,

The kids’ laughter, adults laughing,

The enthusiasm! 

The helping just to be helpful - without thought.

 

And yet…

It’s out here - out here …if ya look!

Hell, I reached into MY wallet today just because an older woman ahead of me in checkout didn’t think she had enough to pay for a meager smattering of groceries - but it took time… and she DID…and thanked the clerk for being understanding and waiting patiently for her.  She wished the clerk a Merry Christmas as she turned and slowly moved on her way.  I admit I was paused…

 

And tonight -

 

How often do you LOOK at your “stuff”?

You know the “Stuff” no one else will EVER just want

- But for you there IS meaning.  I’ve a …friend…

- don’t ever use the term lightly -

It’s Christmas - gave the usual “cookies tin” BUT

I paused… I - PAUSED …as I looked over some of MY “STUFF”.

He’s a NASCAR Fanatic…his JOY is seeing on TV, hearing, FEELING

…NASCAR!

I went to a track here in Michigan ONCE.

Bought a Mini Car - #5 - it’s all decked out, in the box, colors, markings -

the perfect memory of a moment, but …yeah, its NASCAR!

To me it’s a moment - but for him?  Damn, I’m tearing up as I wrap it.

It’s Christmas again - took a looong year to bring it back in focus.

 

I’m a whiner and a complainer… don’t be me

 

But …It’s Christmas

And I found it again.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[FPW]

Christmas has lost its meaning over the years as it has turned into a consumerist benefit. There is still spirit around if you look hard enough, though. Spread a little spirit and share some kindness and the day can recover its true meaning. I am sure your car gift was appreciated for the thoughtfulness behind it.

[Lizzy B]

Funny how expression of truth is rarely appreciated but people claim to hate lies💩😒🤪 Relatable, indeed

[Chris]

We all KNOW - life happens... but when the happening is mean, mean-spirited, bad, hurt-full and fully done by other persons consciously and with intent and NO ONE moves or speaks up in any kind of defense...
There are ways of doing things and necessary human interactions- with compassion, understanding, and care. Empathy is truly lacking in a "me" society.

[Ken Simm.]

Excellent Chris. Your wit of the season is showing.
And seasons greetings to all you and yours.

[Ken e Bujold]

Grand poem my Friend. A true Christmas ode. right up there with the pogues A Fairytale in NY which I am listening to at the moment, saluting the too soon lost SM.

Merry Christmas and best to you and yours

ken

[J. J. Nightingale]

The Lost and Found grows daily...
No one comes to claim
No sounds no footfalls ..
No one to blame ..
Christmas has changed
No, Maybe it's me
I wish I could see home, again...

Take Care Luv..

[Chris]

You too Jazz.

[MomzillaNC]

These are heartbreaking lines… it's always the ones who keep hurting you who tell you that you need to "just let it go."

Silence in all its hurt-full glory.
I’ve been told, been told by those that KNOW.
It’s wrong to hurt and speak of it.
And DON’T BLAME!! Don’t be angry …accept, accept
I miss the “pretties” - you know -
Glistening, glimmering, the hope-full music,

I was just doing this recently, wondering what my son would find important enough to keep when I am gone. It's all up to him, as all we have will be his. I've begun parting with a few tschotkies I know he won't want to keep, things that I just liked at the time, but have no real meaning to me when I really think about it.

How often do you LOOK at your “stuff”?
You know the “Stuff” no one else will EVER just want
- But for you there IS meaning

It’s Christmas again - took a looong year to bring it back in focus.
But …It’s Christmas
And I found it again.

[Chris]

You understand... "Merry Christmas, Blessed Be."

[MomzillaNC]

I hope your holiday is joyful and full of love.

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful writing. Enjoyed reading 👍

[Lorry]

It has indeed been a long year Chris, and the moaning is getting louder by the minute, but isn't that what we should do, to pause and reflect, while being honest with self that most people could class themselves as moaners (or worse, others)
We all like to think we can all put the world to rights, but maybe if we used that energy to moan on something more beneficial, like thinking before telling people what we think, perhaps biting out tongues when something we see as an injustice happens and trying to solve the problem rather than moan about it, then that's just the kind of crazy idea that may just catch on and begin trending, whatever that means and before we know it, we'll all have one less thing to complain about.
But it is easier said than done. I mean, it's really hard to go a full day without a moan, especially when the cost of living is killing us all and the cost of dying is an expense that is best left for another day to worry about, and we can always moan about our new year resolutions being broken soon enough.
Who knows, 2024 may finally be the year we get it right for a change.
Here's hoping.

[Chris]

"Blessed Be, Lorry"

[J]

Oh Chris, Christmas is truly is the most painful time of the year. The heart is the most honest in each of us and yet and yet -- no wonder we save it for poetry that can be dressed in innuendo, metaphor, a clever turn of phrase . . . i was told once by a dear "friend" that my poems were all too sad and why didn't I write something happy. Indeed. "Nobody told us it would be this way." Thank you for the pause. x

[Chris]

We share a beginning here - 2011...