In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Getting Seasonal.”
“The holiday season: can’t get enough of it, or can’t wait for it all to be over already? Has your attitude toward the end-of-year holidays changed over the years?”
It’s not as easy to get into the spirit of Christmas this year. I used to enjoy putting together care packages at Christmas. There were three that I shipped.
One for my brother, Jack. I would go to the shipping store and buy my box. Then I’d go next door to the supermarket (grocery store) to buy food. Since I live where we get a lot of visitors from Europe, our grocery store carries a lot of items from other countries. So I would get packaged cookies and noodles from Germany for him. And some instant potatoes. I never met someone who liked mashed potatoes, even instant, as much as he. Then hot chocolate packets, soup packets, really anything that would provide a bit of a meal if he would just add hot water or hot water and some fresh meat.
This year, as last year, I do not know where he’s staying. Without an address, I can’t send him his package.
The second went to my mother, Joane. Her package would have some of the same easy to make food items. She liked her Irish Oatmeal and tea. Then I would add craft materials, like fat squares of pretty cotton material, and ribbons, beads, paint, and other odds and ends. Joane spent her days and many nights making art. She painted, sewed, burned, wrote, glued, and imagined dolls, and flowers, and all kinds of magic.
Joane died last fall, so I will not be making a care package for her. And now I have more art materials and projects going than time to complete them.
The third was for Mom. Mom’s package was always much smaller, but its contents were so much closer to my heart. I would gather photos of my pets, my home, my accomplishments. I would sometimes add a few inches of a new crochet stitch I learned. I would add some yarn for her to use to crochet her projects because she was always knitting and crocheting for a whole host of charities.
Mom died in June. Granted she lived to 100 years old and really didn’t want to get much older, but I miss her with all my heart. So, now I will crochet and stitch for charities and gifts – just like she taught me. Here are some places like the ones she would donate her work to:
This year I didn’t plan for the holidays, but to get into the spirit, I am looking forward to cleaning and organizing my house so that next year, I will feel like tackling all my creative projects with gusto. And to get me started, I’m reading at least one heartwarming holiday story per day.
Here’s today’s story! From Fox8 blog: