This Time Next Year We'll Be Laughing by Jacqueline Winspear

Well the time for laughing is now, and its hard to come by. 2021 is here along with last years baggage.

It will take time, work, and more work and prayers beyond my beads!! 

So far the Christmas decos are down, to the tunes of Tracy Chapman, which was a listening pleasure.

The dust under all the decorations, sent me to grab an inhaler. Wheezing from Christmas dust, God did not think this through. Baby Jesus birthday should be in summer, with the AC humming.

I like to leave a little bit of Christmas up, in case of emergencies. This year a little tiny bottle brush tree made the cut, and a darling white feather owl ornament. Sometimes, a person just needs to be reminded of the manger!! The spirit of Christmas, does not all need to be boxed up. It took me five days, and a sore back, to put this holiday away. I feel lonely without the lights, but....I like the clean, semi less clutter of the hoopla. Once the paper and bows, are off!! Done and Done.

We all had a lovely holiday, small and funny. It always helps to have a little child around, to make it so.

Our Wyatt, age 4, opened everyone's gifts and loved them all!!!

I like my gifts from my husband, that I buy every year. Something I have done for forty years, after I got a robe that Big Mama would have worn. Also that same year, he gave me a book, that I was reading right in front of his eyes!! He has no problem with wrapping my gifts, and I thank him very much for his good taste. It works.

While cleaning under the pine boughs, I talked to Ward, his ashes are in a delightful clay jug/jar on the mantle. I reminded him, of how much we miss him, and caught him up on Baron family gossip. Kissed his container of love, and cursed the huge project of packing away memories, again.

My mom, had a great Christmas, a lot of presents and food, and love. She ventured downstairs to partake of the gathering, and I reminded her that I keep earplugs, in a drawer near me, if she needed to tune us out!! ( run on sentence is for James to correct) ( Your welcome, my fellow Jackson Graduate)

January are all of my grandsons birthdays, and my sweet sister Trudy Babe. Reasons to celebrate are plenty, and keep us going.

I celebrate each day, loving and living large.

Happy New Year, make it count.

And throw in some Tracy Chapman, a few Christmas decos, and a whole lotta love.

B