Happy Holidays, friends! No, not just Santa Claus stuff for those of us who celebrate Christmas…I’m talking about the brand-spanking new year, 2023, that we’re about to greet. It’s within reach…all shiny and new with that new car/new year aroma.
When I was a kid, I thought I detected a distinctive crackle in the air in late December, heralding possibilities…all clean and fresh…straight from the factory. No scratches or dents…ready for cruising to destinations of all sorts. Maybe you’re headed down familiar roads or perhaps new adventures await. Maybe both? Call me excited. I am – for all of us – and I think I hear that magical crackle right now…if I listen closely enough.
I’m not much for resolutions but I like the symbolism that January provides…allowing us to cast off unpleasantries of the ‘year that was’ with optimistic hearts. It’s hard for me to look away from pain and suffering and heaven knows there’s been plenty over the past twelve months, but I’m ever hopeful about humanity and goodness and I’ve found that here in the blogging world. Goodness. Kind people reading and sharing. Telling stories of triumph and trauma along with winsome tales of humor and wisdom.
I’m especially grateful for the opportunities to learn from and connect with, fellow bloggers. Thank you for reading, for your kind comments, for allowing me to share my often silly and bittersweet reminiscences about my family, my world.
Over the next couple of weeks, posts to “Victoria Ponders” will still pop – just with a little less frequency as I slow down to enjoy my blessings – my family and friends.
But I want to leave you with a smile, for now. Ready? Here it comes…
My mother was a party girl at heart and Christmas was her favorite time of year. Even when money was tight, she’d find ways to rally people together with her infectious humor and charisma, often for a good cause, raising money for worthy charities.
Truthfully, though, for my mom, any holiday = dress up time. Here’s a favorite photo from my childhood – mom in a Santa costume that she made by staying up all night. Mom learned the scheduled Santa became ill, so to avoid cancelling a holiday shindig for sister Lisa and other disabled children, she crafted her own Santa suit by pulling an all-nighter and whipped up a costume – evidence in the photo:
Despite many maddening qualities, mom was often good-hearted, even as a last-minute Santa stand-in. The Santa suit? It barely held together for the party, but it did the trick and that was all that mattered.
Ho, Ho, Ho – from me and my mama and here’s to all good things in 2023!