For those of you who worked on Christmas

Merry Belated Christmas

For those who worked on Christmas: Santa can come on any day he’s needed. He also has another grand round in March, and for those who don’t believe in Santa, he sends Mary Poppins — she comes on an odd wind by umbrella on a sunny day, a magnificent show she is for the children and the chimney sweeps cleaning up after Santa Claus. She can conjure as well as Harry Potter, you know, her presence and presents immeasurable though she has a measuring tape, and a spoon full of sugar as sweet as she. She’ll happily say Merry Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, or Christmas if you like as she likes most things except impertinence, for she is most suitable in all ways.

Merry Belated Christmas. I hope you are blessed and find happiness in some corner of where you are. Hope your inner glow is warm, soothing and a tender light. Near or far, or far out, travel well. Compose and be composed, and let the Muse and you be amused with the day and with the dream. Somewhere the stars and the rainbows meet, born in the color of love. Like laughter, Light is light. Ho, ho, ho.
— Douglas Gilbert

6 thoughts on “For those of you who worked on Christmas

  1. Hmm, I wonder. I think I forgot to use “/font” at the end of the post when I set up the purple print. It appears that it bleeds purple into the comments, because I’m not using any html in the comments. Wow, that a happy accident. I hope it doesn’t screw up anything else. I was just about to edit the post and fix what I seemed to remember I left out, but if it does no harm maybe I should leave it alone.

  2. I LOVED Mary Poppins when i was little! That is a happy accident with the purple. Now your comments section matches. It also made the side bar where all the titles are in the times new roman font. I’m starved…time to heat up some Christmas leftovers and try to clean this mess of a house up. If i was as magic as Mary Poppins i could have that done in no time at all.

  3. I wasn’t so little but I liked Mary Poppins too. It seems like leaving the font doesn’t harm anything. But I do remember I once left out or put in something while I was using one of the widget options and it totally scrambled the whole website: it put the sidebar at the bottom of the page and randomly moved everything all around. I thought it was totally destroyed until I found where I put a bracketed word where it didn’t belong.
        Leftovers can be really good and sometimes rejuvenated with a light touch of additional spice. I suppose that Mary Poppin’s slow motion magic sweeping with warm motion thoughts and with a fond tune cloud in the air, could do the clean up waltz.

    1. Eeek, good thing you found that bracketed word.
      Leftovers can be delicious…
      I’ve been humming a song from Mary Poppins ever since reading this belated Christmas post yesterday.
      (sings) just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down…in the most delightful way.

  4. Yeah, that’s a great song. I used to whistle it in a march rhythm so I could walk with it. After a while, I was able to whistle it all the way through and stay on key ( I don’t exactly do it naturally — I have to focus to stay on key). And now I can’t seem to remember one part: I think there was a spot where a bird whistles — I liked doing that — or maybe that was another song. It’s an odd thing that you can do the same physical act of a certain difficulty and in one instance it’s a dreadful experience and in another it’s not, depending on what the auxiliary thoughts are that go with the physical act : I use to jog and run and reached a certain comfort level for running and dodging around people which I didn’t mind because it became like a challenge and a ballet. Sometimes it was even fun. But then one day I had to do the same dance running for a train I was late for. If I missed that train, I’d have to wait an hour for the next one. The nearly identical physical act became painful and difficult to do even though the worry thinking would not change how fast I was going or whether or not I would arrive before the train left. The next time I ran for a train, I pretended I was jogging and decided to postpone the anger and panic until I arrived at the train door. I just thought, I’m going at my maximum safe speed of running and dodging and walking, and I’ll arrive or not — the rest of the thinking won’t make any difference. Without the auxiliary thoughts, the two physical acts became the same and it was pleasant to be late and need to run.(To make the comparisons: in both instances I did make the train, but one was a pleasant run and the other was painful. Same dance but one with pain and other without.)
        Hmm, I guess that was Mary Poppin’s idea to teach the children except most of us will never have magic powers. Hmm, now that I think about it, my parents were the opposite of Mary Poppins: they reinforced the idea that chores were to be painful and a punishment always — they were not meant to be pleasant ever. All of daily life was to be painful. I remember how they used to yell at my brother, “Go Brush Your Teeth!!!!” But one day before they could start the yelling, I said to him, “I’m going to brush my teeth. Do you want to watch?” He watched and then took out his brush and asked how to do it…

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