Fav Foto Friday #22 – Christmas Edition

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This week’s edition of Fav Foto Friday is a Christmas Edition, which seems rather appropriate seeing how it is Christmas Day!

With the recent  loss of my Mom, and also earlier this year the loss of my boyfriend’s dad, Mr. Z., this season has been difficult to say the least. But we have tried to do some things in order to celebrate the season, like going into NYC to see the tree, which despite the crowds is always a sort of fun city outting.

Rockfeller Tree 2015

We also thought 4 days before Christmas was obviously the best time of year to check out the Lego store in the city as well (we really need our heads examined!!!) but seeing the Lego creations, like this Santa, was kinda cool 🙂

Lego Santa

Then earlier this week I stopped to capture a pretty view of our church building looking rather festive…despite the warm weather and lack of snow.

SCC Christmastime

And lastly, our own Christmas tree. We thought we might not get one this year…then a few days ago we were feeling guilty for not feeling like celebrating Christmas, so we agreed to get a little tree so that we might attempt to find some moments of Christmas joy. So without further ado, I present “Junior,” our Christmas tree…complete with an Oreo cookie under the tree for Santa 🙂

Our Christmas Tree

Hope you have enjoyed today’s Fav Foto Friday selections! Join me and share some of your favorite images! Don’t forget to tag your post #favfotofriday.

Twas The Night Before Christmas

Santa Checking His List
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads,
And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donner and Blizen;
“To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys – and St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Author – Clement Clarke Moore

Merry Christmas to All

May this Christmas bring you comfort, joy, peace and happiness to last throughout the coming year!

What if Christmas, Perhaps, Means a Little Bit More

This year as I attempt to avoid the holiday craziness and to some extent the holidays all together, I can’t help but think that maybe this year, Christmas might mean a little bit more, by spending more time just remembering Christmas’s past and enjoying the simpler moments. No big parties and no shopping malls and lots of packages, rather, more quality time with friends and family, messages of thankfulness attached to small tokens of appreciation and moments of quietness and reflections of the holiday season and the true meaning of Christmas.


“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

A Different Kind of Christmas

Different Kind of Christmas

Today’s post is in response to a weekly event at The Broken Spine called Wednesday’s Lyrics.

The idea is to post song lyrics to a song that has inspired or moved you. As well as a brief reason why you chose your particular song.

My mom passed away October 28th of this year, just in time for my family to celebrate 4 birthdays in November (one of which was hers), Thanksgiving and Christmas…not to mention ringing in a New Year and then 2 more birthdays in January and 1 in April. All the celebrations that Mom made special for our family…that have already proved to be much less special without her. And although the memories will keep us going…these first celebrations are not all that celebratory this year.

We survived the round of November birthday that were definitely much less happy. Thanksgiving was spent being grateful for our many blessings but decidedly not happy. And here we are already in the second week of December with the apprehensive anticipation of a Christmas without Mom. Christmas will be different this year, I can feel it already as I try to scrape together some holiday cheer and festiveness that seems to be buried deep this year.

I heard this song on the radio in my car today and the words immediately struck a chord with me and brought me to tears, as I fear this will be a Different Kind of Christmas this year.

Different Kind of Christmas by Mark Schultz

Snow is falling Christmas Eve
Lights are coming on up and down the street
The sound of carols fills the air
And people rushing home, families everywhere

Putting candles in the windows
Lights upon the tree
But there’s no laughter in this house
Not like there used to be
There’s just a million little memories
That remind me you’re not here
It’s just a different kind of Christmas this year

In the evening fires glow
Dancing underneath the mistletoe
A letter left from Santa Claus
Won’t be the same this year in this house because

There’s one less place set at the table
One less gift under the tree
And a brand new way to take their place inside of me
I’m unwrapping all these memories
Fighting back the tears
It’s just a different kind of Christmas this year

There’s voices in the driveway
Families right outside the door
And we’ll try to make this Christmas like the ones we’ve had before
As we gather round the table, I see joy on every face
And I realize what’s still alive is the legacy you made

It’s time to put the candles in the windows, the lights upon the tree
It’s time to fill this house with laughter like it used to be
Just because you’re up in heaven, doesn’t mean you’re not near
It’s just a different kind of Christmas
It’s just a different kind of Christmas this year