Something in the Breeze

November 16, 2006 at 6:40 am 24 comments

Every year, just as I’m packing up the last of the Halloween decorations, far in the distance I can hear the faint sound of Jingle Bells.  Played in single notes, in that impossibly high pitch of a toy piano, it floats down the street like a mischievous sprite visible only to me…  Christmas, Christmas time is near….By the time I’m making the Thanksgiving menu, I imagine I can smell the tantalizing aroma of gingerbread and cinnamon wafting from the kitchen, I can feel a shower of pine needles while I’m searching for the gravy boat in the back of my cabinets.  time for laughter, time for cheerI will pass obliviously by the retail market’s idea of Christmas when I’m shopping for the turkey, stuffing and mince meat for our Thanksgiving feast, but I swear I can hear the thoughts of the children I pass…we’ve been good, but we can’t last – hurry Christmas, hurry fast!… My mouth will be listing the things I’m thankful for as I stand with friends and family over the groaning Thanksgiving table, but my head is somewhere else.  It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas; soon the bells will start… My boys may adjourn to the den to watch football after Thanksgiving dinner, but my girls will race through the dishes and then disappear to the basement, each one sheepishly ascending with a Rubbermaid case of Christmas decorations in hand. … And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing Right within your heart…. 

When I was in second grade, my best friend’s name was Ursula.  Her family was Jewish and liked me enough to let Ursula share our Christmas celebration and me witness their Chanukkah tradition…  Chanukkah, Oh Chanukkah Come light the menorah… She and her brothers taught me to play the dreidel game for M&M’s; I left her a stocking of goodies from Santa.  I didn’t understand any of the prayers her mother said as she lit the candles, Ursula couldn’t accept the concept of a savior born to a virgin, but both of us felt the warmth of family and friends, understood the belief in things unseen and grasped the miracle of a season that not only reminds us to remember the miracles of the past, but to look for the miracles happening right now.                                                  christmas-2.jpg 

Like Scrooge and the Grinch, it’s easy to see commercialism and troubled times as a reason to bah hum bug the upcoming holiday season.  There will be people who have suffered a tragic loss, are lonely or destitute and have no apparent reason to celebrate anything.  think of your fellow man, lend him a helping hand, put a little love in your heart…. You can weep for these people in isolation or you can take advantage of the miracles that blow in with December like magical snowflakes and seek them out. What you contribute in time or money during the holidays might just flow over into the rest of your year and wouldn’t that be magnificent?  … Step into Christmas the admissions free…

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  • 1. Mr. Fabulous  |  November 16, 2006 at 7:03 am

    This was a beautiful post, Mrs. C 🙂

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  • 2. katcampbell  |  November 16, 2006 at 7:32 am

    Why, thank you Mr. Fab, you must also be a Christmas Angel like me!

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  • 3. Velvet Sacks  |  November 16, 2006 at 7:44 am

    I loved this post, Kat! I rarely do much Christmas decorating anymore, but you just jump-started my pre-Christmas spirit.

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  • 4. sunfloweroptimism  |  November 16, 2006 at 8:28 am

    Just wonderful, Kat. A good time of year to “double up” (or more!) on those kind deeds.

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  • 5. skye  |  November 16, 2006 at 8:42 am

    You have a lovely writing style, Kat. I enjoyed this piece very much and hope it comes to mind when I start becoming hum bug 🙂

    Thanks for stopping by my blog.

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  • 6. Cindra  |  November 16, 2006 at 8:44 am

    Great post, Kat. I hear you…Funny, because I just today made a blog about ‘unplugging the machine’…based on the barter system…feel free to join in.

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  • 7. Barb-downunder  |  November 16, 2006 at 9:17 am

    My Dear Twin.
    as time rolls by , our parrell lives get even spookier, I two grew up with a Jewish lass, and was acccepted into their home as she was ours, Friday Nights were so special,and so very different from the Aussie Fish and Chips. How I remember Mrs Schneiders cooking, To this day some fifty years on, the first Christmas Card I receive every year is from Elizabeth Kornhaber(nee Schneider)and the first card I send is to Elizabeth for Chanukkah
    My favourite part of Christmas is when at Church on Christmas Morning the congretation always sing Happy Birthday Dear Jesus.

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  • 8. katcampbell  |  November 16, 2006 at 9:18 am

    Velvet – Christmas spirit is all that’s necessary. We decorate like crazy because every single thing has some meaning and a story attached.

    Sunflower – “doubling up” great term! We all should be doing what we can plus a little extra during magic month.

    Skye – Thank you! Link me to your site, I’ll keep you motivated and hum bug free all season!

    Cindra – You rock! I’ll be watching to see how many we get thinking our way.

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  • 9. katcampbell  |  November 16, 2006 at 9:22 am

    Barb – Lured you out of lurkdom – hooray! Eventually I will get you to start a blog so everyone can hear the wonderful stories about your mother… and our wild adventures together! Miss you my buddy!

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  • 10. Barb-downunder  |  November 16, 2006 at 10:09 am

    You are getting way to fast for me, I had planned on making a comment about “Mrs C” but glory be you are on to another day already, But I will anyway. I grew up in a street very similar to yours, only at that time in history, normally there were 3 generations in each house, mine had four. It was like one big family as not only were we kids growing up together, but many of our parents had also, Everyone in the Street was Mrs Brown, Mrs Smith Mrs Jones, and the Men were Sir.
    Until we reached our teen years and were able to decide who were great Mums and who were old Biddies, the old biddies remained Mrs Whatever for ever, but the great Mums became Mrs C or Mrs B, even on floral tributes at my Mums funneral they were addressed to “Mrs B”, so my dear Mrs C take this as a supreme compliment. Wild Adventures, where was I whilst these were happening. ! !!

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  • 11. Nessa  |  November 16, 2006 at 3:46 pm

    Great way to look at this time of year.

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  • 12. katcampbell  |  November 16, 2006 at 4:20 pm

    Thank you Nessa

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  • 13. The Rev. Dr. Kate  |  November 16, 2006 at 6:05 pm

    Another AMAZING and inspriing post. I am going to try and remember it as what I hear as Halloween passes and thanksgiving approaches is the sound of small children’s chaos and the theme in my head is ‘THE CHRISTMAS PAGEANT IS HOW MANY DAYS AWAY?” No matter who I work for or where I am, the Christmas Pageant seems to find me!

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  • 14. jackie  |  November 16, 2006 at 6:11 pm

    Kat, great post. I always like this season and the miracle that seems to work in a lot of hearts to make people just a little bit nicer to those around them. I always wish the ‘good will’ the season inspires in people, would last a little longer!

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  • 15. Stacy  |  November 16, 2006 at 8:38 pm

    Another awesome post that really reflects what’s in my head and heart, too. Maybe it’s that we don’t live all that far apart and the experiences and setting are similar? Whatever it is….keep saying it for me. 🙂

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  • 16. guyana-gyal  |  November 17, 2006 at 1:20 am

    Wouldn’t it be great if we let the Christmas spirit [of goodwill to all] live all year? Sad how we forget.

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  • 17. katcampbell  |  November 17, 2006 at 3:54 am

    Dr. Kate – Christmas Pageants are fun, I never get tired of that story and all the things that go wrong. I’ve never been in charge of one though, so you have my positive thoughts!

    Jackie – I can’t wait to hear about Christmas in Arizona! It’s been a very long time since I got skates and a bike from Santa and could actually run outside and use them.

    Stacy – I’ll do my best! Kindred spirits?

    GG – Sad how we used to forget, every day is a new day, we can keep the spirit all year any time we choose to!.

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  • 18. tony  |  November 17, 2006 at 6:04 am

    Your writing never ceases to amaze me. Great post Kat. Personally, I can’t wait for Christmas. Our entire family will be here (mom, dad, sisters, brother-in-laws, nieces and nephews and most importantly, my daughter will be joining us from Texas) I CAN’T WAIT!

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  • 19. bobciz  |  November 17, 2006 at 7:11 am

    I usually skate through the holiday season trying not to notice it. Too much too soon is the instigator of my lack of holiday spirit. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet and Santa has had several parades in the area. But I must say your post today has me rethinking that non-holiday attitude. I may just be inspired now to pay attention to all the hoopla. Thanks for the attitude check.

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  • 20. katcampbell  |  November 17, 2006 at 7:23 am

    Tony – How exciting! You’re whole family and your daughter… you just can’t ask for more.

    Bob – That was the nicest compliment. I try to never let the world steal my joy. I’m not always successful, but there is also joy in the effort.

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  • 21. Hammer  |  November 17, 2006 at 9:03 am

    I like Christmas now a lot more than when I was a kid. Watching the children enjoy themselves is better than any present.

    Thanks for a great post

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  • 22. Dave M  |  November 17, 2006 at 1:57 pm

    Thanks Kat, I like it… a cleverly constructed post. Now thats why you are a professional. Cheers

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  • 23. Janet  |  November 17, 2006 at 9:53 pm

    This gives me something to think about! I wouldn’t be such a Scrooge if “They” would stop running commercials for Christmas gifts the day after Halloween; if storefronts and townships would hold off on the garlands till after Thanksgiving; and the Sunday paper wasn’t full of flyers for things to give or to buy for yourself.

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  • 24. Kat Campbell  |  November 18, 2006 at 1:46 am

    We can’t stop “them” from turning any opportunity into a money making scheme, Janet, but we can decide to ignore them and celebrate the way we want to.

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