As a mother for 26 years now, I've been visiting Santa Claus for quite some time. Myself and my sisters, husbands and kids favor the Arnott's Santa in Dublin city centre. It has become quite a tradition with my family and every December, we head off really early on a Saturday morning to try get ahead of the very long queue to see the precious fella.
Mostly all of our children come with us. The youngest is ten and the oldest is 26, (Ok, he doesn't come, yet. Soon to be married, soon to be a parent! He'll be back!)
We merrily chat to all of the other parents while waiting the many hours, enquiring how long they have been coming to the 'Real' Santa. Everybody regales their tails of when they found him and why he is so special. I look around at all of the families of all ages. They come from all parts of the country and it's quite amazing to see the mix. There are posh people, common people, poor people, rich people, foreign people, educated people, all talking to each other, admiring each other's children, sharing seats and cups of coffee. Despite what goes on outside Arnott's doors or where ever else all of our shared problems lay, we are all in the Christmas Spirit.
Arnott's is an old but refurbished department store, so it has a state of the art luxury and modern design. The Christmas design this year was full of sparkling delights. There were Santa sacks and sleigh bells; There were lego reindeer! Brilliant! And a great idea, 'Take an Elfy of yourself!' There was a huge relaxing area where families could chill and watch some Christmas movies and the wonderful staff were as wonderful as ever!
The only snag was that the new air conditioning system was on heat instead of chill and by the time it was our turn to see Santa, we had discarded all of our Christmas jumpers and drank half a dozen bottles of water. It was like Christmas in the Bahamas during a heat wave!
We gave a huge cheer as we finally headed in behind the deep velvet curtains to see the delightful Father Christmas sitting in his comfy armchair beside his fireplace. 'Hello Santa!' We all chimed. Looking at this genuine old man with a real beard and his own bit of belly fat, dressed handsomely in red. He smiled widely at us all. 'Tell me all about yourself now,' he asked each of us in turn. 'What are you looking for this Christmas?' He took his time and showed an interest in all of my teenage nieces and nephews and they in turn showed great respect for this dear old man. And what were they looking for from this kind old man? They of course know that this Santa will not deliver their iphones or laptops, or designer clothes. So, why were they here?
They came to get the magic that Santa gives. The magic of Christmas Sprit. Of sharing and caring.
And giving of oneself. Because for this one day of the year, we all can.
Santa Claus may be a figure of mystery and fantasy for little children, but as we grow older, Santa Claus stands for giving. Being in the Christmas Spirit and sharing your time and yourself with family and friends and anybody that may need you, is what Christmas is all about.
And that's where the magic is.
Merry Christmas xxx
Jean xxx
Wednesday 23 December 2015
Friday 18 December 2015
This is my Christmas letter to you all!
Have yourself a Merry little Christmas....
It's that time of year again, already? Haven't we just taken down last years decorations?
Wow! Where did that year go? I know they say when you get older that the years go in faster, but, I wasn't ready. This is my worse year for organisation. How does this happen? I remember when I was young, (younger) when I had all the cards sent, the house spotless and everything in. What date is it now? The 18th? Ok, so I still have a few more days left to do all that stuff and I've just had a great thought! I'll write you all a letter! (Just incase you don't receive your card)
How was your year?
Are you all grateful you just got through it? I can't lie. I am so grateful to be alive, truly, I am, but isn't life a challenge? Especially these last few years that have been financially challenging. It can seem to be a trudging chore at times and I'm also really aware of family and friends and strangers who have died recently, before their time.
There are so many. And they were all lovely people. Kindhearted people. You don't have to wonder too much why God would take these people. He wants them! They are good and genuine. They don't need to serve a life of learning because they are educated in kindness already. So they are happy in Heaven. And we're glad for them and we miss them, but we don't forget them. I have my Dad's photo on my dressing table and I see him always. He is here with us and I feel his presence. I would much prefer if he was here and I could ask him to do a chore for me, maybe something in the garden or the house and with his unqualified skills he would gladly tackle it for his daughter, because there is nobody like a daughter to a Dad! But I am really happy that he is at peace and I wouldn't be selfish enough to make him come back to this crazy planet! But nine years on and I still miss him. He loved Christmas and he loved to party! I think I'm a bit like him that way.
It's hard for the people who have lost beloved ones and I feel their pain. I can't help them. They have to live with this loss for the rest of their days. And the loss of these people is so heartfelt to us all. I know that they are all in Heaven and they are happy and at peace, but they will be missed.
I still remember my best pal Declan, wow, almost 30 years later since he died! He was such a lovely lad. You see! Another good one gone. And I will always remember his kindness. As I remember all of my other family and friends who have passed. I take pleasure in remembering their kindnesses. It is a wonderful gift to be a kind person. Someone who is thoughtful and considerate of others. You might be a small person in the universe, but you are huge in your presence. Imagine having the wonderful gift of helping others, loving others and including everyone as equal? Of course, we are all equal. It doesn't matter about our colour or creed or wealth or looks or 'coolness' status, we are all equal.
Isn't it funny that you never remember anyone who's mean? I have had people mean to me in my lifetime, but I don't remember them. They don't leave their mark. They are forgotten.
So my wish to all of you this Christmas, and I hope to see you all, (I'll do my best to visit over our festive season) is to enjoy this wonderful life! Please take everything as a roller-coaster challenge, not a decisive of your life. Enjoy breathing, walking, listening, seeing!
Be Grateful for this one and only life that you have a chance of living!
And be kind to people.
The people who laugh loudest are always the ones who are sad inside.
Merry Christmas
Jean xx
It's that time of year again, already? Haven't we just taken down last years decorations?
Wow! Where did that year go? I know they say when you get older that the years go in faster, but, I wasn't ready. This is my worse year for organisation. How does this happen? I remember when I was young, (younger) when I had all the cards sent, the house spotless and everything in. What date is it now? The 18th? Ok, so I still have a few more days left to do all that stuff and I've just had a great thought! I'll write you all a letter! (Just incase you don't receive your card)
How was your year?
Are you all grateful you just got through it? I can't lie. I am so grateful to be alive, truly, I am, but isn't life a challenge? Especially these last few years that have been financially challenging. It can seem to be a trudging chore at times and I'm also really aware of family and friends and strangers who have died recently, before their time.
There are so many. And they were all lovely people. Kindhearted people. You don't have to wonder too much why God would take these people. He wants them! They are good and genuine. They don't need to serve a life of learning because they are educated in kindness already. So they are happy in Heaven. And we're glad for them and we miss them, but we don't forget them. I have my Dad's photo on my dressing table and I see him always. He is here with us and I feel his presence. I would much prefer if he was here and I could ask him to do a chore for me, maybe something in the garden or the house and with his unqualified skills he would gladly tackle it for his daughter, because there is nobody like a daughter to a Dad! But I am really happy that he is at peace and I wouldn't be selfish enough to make him come back to this crazy planet! But nine years on and I still miss him. He loved Christmas and he loved to party! I think I'm a bit like him that way.
It's hard for the people who have lost beloved ones and I feel their pain. I can't help them. They have to live with this loss for the rest of their days. And the loss of these people is so heartfelt to us all. I know that they are all in Heaven and they are happy and at peace, but they will be missed.
I still remember my best pal Declan, wow, almost 30 years later since he died! He was such a lovely lad. You see! Another good one gone. And I will always remember his kindness. As I remember all of my other family and friends who have passed. I take pleasure in remembering their kindnesses. It is a wonderful gift to be a kind person. Someone who is thoughtful and considerate of others. You might be a small person in the universe, but you are huge in your presence. Imagine having the wonderful gift of helping others, loving others and including everyone as equal? Of course, we are all equal. It doesn't matter about our colour or creed or wealth or looks or 'coolness' status, we are all equal.
Isn't it funny that you never remember anyone who's mean? I have had people mean to me in my lifetime, but I don't remember them. They don't leave their mark. They are forgotten.
So my wish to all of you this Christmas, and I hope to see you all, (I'll do my best to visit over our festive season) is to enjoy this wonderful life! Please take everything as a roller-coaster challenge, not a decisive of your life. Enjoy breathing, walking, listening, seeing!
Be Grateful for this one and only life that you have a chance of living!
And be kind to people.
The people who laugh loudest are always the ones who are sad inside.
Merry Christmas
Jean xx
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