I thought I’d post a pic of my very first, all-to-myself, Christmas tree. Oh, I’ve decorated several trees in the past, but they’ve been shared with either family or a roommate (love ya Denis!). Christmas trees and I have a bit of a precarious history; back in 1984 or 1985 (not sure if I WAS 3 or just almost 3); I pulled my mother’s meticulously decorated creation to the floor, breaking several gorgeous glass ornaments in the process. I’ve been making it up to her, though; I buy her several ornaments each year to add to her collection!
Courtesy of http://www.theholidayspot.com:
Why can’t you take a turkey to church?
Because they use such FOWL language
What kind of music did the Pilgrims like?
Can a turkey jump higher than the Empire State Building?
Yes – a building can’t jump at all
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Late spring/early summer is a busy time for national holidays in our part of the world; Mexico’s falls on 5 May (Cinco de Mayo); Canada’s falls on 01 July (Canada Day); and the USA’s falls on 04 July (Independence Day).
I have interacted with hundreds of tourists from the USA over the years, and Independence Day being yesterday reminded me of one particular encounter. Notice how I refer to the country directly to the south of Canada, and which is to the immediate north of Mexico? That’s right, the United States of America. Not the States, not America, not the United States. Until this particular visitor brought it up, I never really thought to much about the fact that a) Mexicans and Canadians are also Americans, as are Brazilians, Chileans, Columbians…; and b) Mexico’s full name is the United Mexican States (“Estados Unidos Mexicanos”), so they are also technically the United States.
Those who know me well know that I can be…ummm…rather anal about correct spelling and grammar, so do I want to put those who “don’t care” about the above on the rack or in the gallows for people to throw tomatoes at? Nope. I have referred to people from the USA as “Americans” my whole life, and I do not consider myself to be American. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to change any time soon; the woman who brought this issue up just really made me think.
I’ll save the story about the “you guys” encounter for another time…
In the Recipient’s family, there are no surprises. The youngest brother would always come up with something unique, but that’s pretty well it. For the most part, it was either a) Give the person money to buy whatever he/she wants, or b) Give the gift-giver a specific list and they’ll “shop” from it.
Someone the Recipient is very close to grew up in a different environment where surprises were a regular feature at Christmas time. The Giver’s family would listen throughout to year to get clues as to what friends and family members might want; there was no need for a list. You got something that you wanted, but that you were not necessarily expecting.
Today, these 2 styles collided with some less-than-desirable results for the Giver. The Recipient spoiled a surprise that the Giver would have liked to have great joy in giving at the holiday. However, the Recipient is going to love and appreciate that gift just as much as if they hadn’t known about it. The surprise may not be there, but the appreciation sure will be. Hopefully the Giver reads this post and realizes how much their thoughts and consideration mean to the Recipient, who has come from a place where surprises were very rare…
The Recipient just wants to say…Thank you (((hug))). The Recipient might not be able to erase what happened, but they can sure enjoy the gifts that come directly from the Giver’s heart.