A Christmas Toast


I raise my glass to Christmas, I raise my glass to love,

I raise my glass to angels who watch us from above.

To frosty breath, and tinsel. and cookies from the jar,

To our friends we know and love, both near and very far.

I call upon the memories of times so very dear,

Of all the joys we gathered with each and every year.

Once they were the future and now they are the past,

But times fly by, gone too soon, only memories at last.

So gather up the laughter of children, grown

and gone away.

And make this time a present that you’ll cherish every day.

K.L.R.
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♥ MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM MY HOUSE TO YOUR HOUSE ♥ --

Well the holidays have put me on a creative standstill, so that’s why my posts have been few and far between. I did however, purchase something to get me kick-started after the holidays,  an ebook by Dan Cormier and Tracy Holmes about die forming polymer clay.  The book of course was instant gratification, being an ebook. But now I am waiting to get the dies in the mail.  Since they are coming from Canada I imagine it will take awhile to arrive (plus factoring in the holiday).  But now I have something to look forward to after the holidays which is always such a period of ‘let-down’.

So until all my equipment arrives and I start turning out something gorgeous, ok acceptable, I will just be enjoying the holidays by spending time with the family, close and extended.  The studio and my clay will have to wait for awhile.  But if you find yourself with some time to spare you might want to check out Dan's website.  It has lots of eye-candy.

It was the typical holiday bustle, crowds rushing from one store to the next, hurried last minute shopping still to be done.  The night was clear and cold with stars twinkling through a velvety blue blanket of sky.  Store windows were brightly lit with every clever display you could imagine, and if you were a child you just gasped in the wonder of it all.  Groups, gaggles of people, like geese were downtown for the holiday festivities.  Families crowded around Fountain Square, itself lit up and sparkling like the rest of the Queen City.  Boys and girls decked out in their festive best. Wonderful smells from hot cocoa and pretzel vendors wafted along the light breeze. Truly a magical night for this Christmas season.

Our family had come to see the annual train display; a Cincinnati tradition.   My husband was driving, so as a passenger I could gawk at all the lights and sounds along with our kids.  I was pointing out various displays to them, but it became overwhelming so I left them to look at what they wanted, and I let my gaze wander over the buildings interesting architecture. As I did so my eyes were drawn to an alleyway, starkly dim amongst all the lights. In the alleyway was a man in tattered clothes climbing into a dumpster.  It was a quick vignette and then we rounded the corner, my vision once again obscured by the lights and crowds, but in that moment was a sight that I haven’t forgotten for 35 years.  I doubt that I ever will.