"Where Are We Going?"

She was dressed in her Christmas finery

When I picked her up in my car

“Where are we going?” she asked

To visit friends, someplace not far.

The house was gorgeously Christmas

With cookies and sweets on a platter

She ate several without hesitation

Then listened to all of us chatter.

She tried to keep up with the dialogue

But soon lost interest in that

Her attention drawn elsewhere

Her mind not where we were at.

We returned to the car calling thank you

And headed back into town

“Where are we going?” she asked

Head swiveling and looking around.

“To lunch at my house,” I answered

“To have a bowl of soup

Before our next appointment.

We need to settle, to regroup.”

As soon as we walked in the door

A sack on the counter she turned

Upside down emptying its contents

What’s in it, she wanted to learn.

We needed to eat in a hurry

So we wouldn’t be terribly late

“Where are we going?” she asked

I replied, “on to another date.”

Spotting the candy dish on the counter

Her attention to it was drawn

Soon a piece was selected and eaten

Soup for lunch forgotten and gone

To the bathroom she disappeared for a moment

As I patiently waited outside

The light switch turned on, off, then on again

Something to play with she must have decided

"We need to get ready to leave again,”

I said urging her towards the door

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Back into the car once more.

Her actions childlike in nature

With happiness in her bright eyes

She struggled with the front seatbelt

Then gave up and let me try.

She’d brought along her sunglasses

To protect her from the glare

Of sunlight gracing the sky today

“Too bright,” she said donning the pair.

To the next rendezvous we’re headed

And when we stop in the parking lot

“Where are we going?” she asked

Our weekly appointment, have you forgot?

A litany of continuous questions

Repeated one time after another

I answer as patiently as I’m able

To my sweet forgetful Mother.

The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus - a book review

 My friend Sandra recommended this beautifully illustrated and charming book written in 1902 by L. Frank Baum (the author of The Wizard of Oz) and illustrated by Charles Santore as a "must" to read to my Grandkids while they were here for our Christmas celebration. It was a hit, so I'm sharing it with you. Please click on each image to enlarge it.

The book tells a story of the life of Saint Nicholas.  He is found in the woods as a baby by the wood-nymph Necile who dwells in the Great Forest of Burzee, living there with the immortals, the Fairies, Knooks, Ryls, and Nymphs. She requests and is granted special permission from the Ak, the Master Woodsman of the World, to keep and raise the human child. They name him Neclaus for "Necile's little one."

Claus, as Necile calls him, grows strong and healthy and is loved by all the immortals. He knows nothing about the humans who live outside the world of the Forest. When he becomes a young man, Ak the Master Woodsman, decides Neclaus must accompany him on a journey around the world. There he is introduced to humans and understands that he is one of them and must grow old. Ak teaches him that wise humans look for ways to help the world so that their deeds live forever.

Claus is enthralled with the human children he meets and sets out to help them. He begins carving wooden toys for children who are poor and thus the legend begins. He finds flying reindeer, makes a sleigh, and travels the world on Christmas Eve leaving toys inside the children's stocking that were hung to dry by the fire. He is so loved that he is called a saint, thus earning him the name “Santa Claus.”  But because he is human, he eventually grows so old he can no longer carry out his special work.

Ak assembles all the leaders of the immortals in the ancient Forest and asks their permission to give Claus the Cloak of Immortality so he may live forever, and they agree. So for many generations to come Santa Claus continues his generous work delivering toys to children around the world on Christmas Eve.

I found the book delightful and the illustrations beautiful.  I would highly recommend it if you have kids, grandkids or greatgrandkids..

Hey - Where's the Muse-ic??

Has the well run dry

Is it all used up

Not a word to be had

Is my mind bankrupt?

Here I sit at the screen

Hands poised on the keys

But they hover just above

Could it be brain freeze?

My mind’s been used up

There’s no doubt now

November’s marathon

Done drained it and how.

NaNo’s story’s tucked away

To marinate in the drawer

Until after the New Year

Then worked on once more.

Hopefully the muse-ic will return

After holiday cheer

Surely a dose of grandkids

Will kick it in gear.

But a few words would be nice

To share with blog friends

A story or reflection

More than these odds and ends.

I’ll try again tomorrow

Maybe the muse-ic will appear

To inspire something entertaining

Or otherwise quite dear.

But for now I will send you

 Heartfelt holiday cheer

For happiness and peace

Now and in the New Year!