KEEPING IT REAL by Frizzy Lizzy

Hi dear friends and followers. today is Saturday why don't you sit back, relaxe and take five minutes out for Frizzy Lizzy. Thank you for being here, have a great read.

KEEPING IT REAL

by

Frizzy Lizzy

Well, Sarah, the coffee's done. Care for another cup? How about one of these Christmas cupcakes to go with it? Oh, sure, it's OK, I won't tell Santa Claus! If you feel that badly, you can tell the nice lady at Weight Watchers about it in January!

Here we are, six sleeps until Christmas 2014, and how things have changed in so many ways since we were children. Is it me or is Christmas no longer the joy and fun that it once was? Has everything gotten so electronic and materialistic that the "peace on Earth and good will toward men" has been forgotten and replaced by expensive toys and text messages?

Speaking of Christmas past, I have a few that I would just as soon forget, but the ones from when I was a girl, there are a few of those worth remembering.

The ones that I remember the best come from the mid and late 1960s. My mom and dad sure put a lot into celebrating Christmas. There were six children and my grandparents available for eating, and did we ever eat!

The kitchen was small by any measure. All of us could not fit around the table at the same time so my folks would feed the youngest children first, then they and the older kids would have their meal. On Christmas Eve no one sat because that table was just too full. No one except my grandmother. She always got a seat!

On that table there was ham, sausages, cheeses. wine, poppy seed bread, nut roll, fancy cookies, rum punch, coffee, and tea - and that was just the table for getting together after midnight Mass! But then, in those days Mass would go for almost 3 hours and by the time you got the last blessing, you were hungry!

So everyone of age to be awake at that time of the night got together for some socializing and went to sleep for a few hours to rest-up to prepare the Christmas dinner.

My dad lived through the scarcity of the Great Depression. I'm not sure why they call it "great" because he thought damn little of it. For him back then, Christmas Day might have been a complete meal in the sense of having some sweets in the house. For his family in 1965 there was no hint of scarcity. I can recall seeing a turkey in excess of 11 kilos in the kitchen. It was so huge to me that I marveled at how such a thing could fit inside the oven!

There is so much more to Christmas than food and drink and I miss all of that, too. Do you remember writing and receiving greeting cards, Sarah? Almost no one does that these days. We got so many of them that my mom would put a basket on the porch rail, under the mailbox, to hold all that the letter carrier would deliver. We got hundreds of them. And so did most of us. It gives me a warm feeling to think of that. No, Sarah, I didn't pee myself, you twit!

Now I send out fewer than 10 cards because so people just don' take the time or go to the expense to mail a happy thought to a fellow human. It's all done by clicking a few keys and sending the same card to everyone on your e-mail contacts list.

It didn't take long for my folks to figure out that I was not a little girl fond of dollies. I was pretty good with other things, like puzzles and games and bolo bats. Yes, a bolo bat. You know, Sarah, that wooden paddle thing with a ball on a long rubber band? Yes, that's it. No, that's not what I called it. The thing was a bolo bat in my neighborhood!

I played Candy Land, Chutes and Ladders, and moved on to Barbie, Queen of the Prom game, but my favorites were Monopoly and, believe it or not, chess. My friend, Diane Paranisi, taught me how to play chess. She learned from watching her brother.

Eventually I got a lot of story books and my folks saw that I loved to read. Well sure, I did. It was an escape, but that's for some other day. Then they tried a few books on science for kids. They were on the right track. I took to them very well. When they bought a set of encyclopedia, I was off in a corner, looking at every page.

Christmas was decorating the house and yard like my mother wanted it. My dad was not a real handyman but my brother had a mind that could figure out almost everything, so he did the decorations. He got up on the ladder and did the blue spruce that my dad had planted in front of the house and the shrubs on the ground. I decorated the windows from the inside with tiny lights.

The realization that MY Christmas had truly arrived came to me when I was 17 and very much in love. It was snowing like there was no tomorrow and the one I loved came to my home to pick me up and take me to midnight Mass with him.

He was a very special guy. He was as honest as the rain; sincere, gentle, loving, caring, generous - yes, he was a Boy Scout at one time in his life, too, Sarah, you nut!

He and I, we were an item. We were always together and we wanted it to stay that way forever. So on that Christmas Eve he gave me a ring. Not a diamond. I was a bit too young for that, but a star sapphire. A blue star sapphire!

If you can imagine me turning into a puddle right before anyone's eyes, you will know how I felt when he put that ring on my left ring finger.

I held him so closely and we kissed and hugged for a bit longer, then we went out to face what was a blizzard to go to the church where we planned to be wed in about three more years.

And Sarah, nothing can beat that Christmas for me. Never before and none since. How about you? What are your finest Christmas memories?

And how about you, the nice people reading this? Please share your Christmas memories, wonderful or not-so-good. They all count as being a part of your life.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM ME, FRIZZY LIZZY

I hope that you have enjoyed this poem. My Merry Christmas to you. Thank you again for reading, and do share your thoughts with us. have a great rest of the week

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

A day's long afternoon.

Hi dear friends and followers. today I have another Christmas poem for you composed by me. A days long afternoon. Thank you for being here, have a great read.

A day's long afternoon.

I stood under the great oak 

that had gone to sleep for its winter's nap.

Across the snowy field I gased

into the movements of fires and spruce.

The breeze sought to play a game with my eyes

as is sent the snow's dusting a-swirl in the air,

as the sun shone so brilliantly

on the snow-covered ground.

There it was in the distance, a glitter, 

a sparkle not of winter's making.

Out of nowhere it approached me,

and from the glitter a being came!

She fluttered about me on dragonfly wings,

clad in moss, soft grass, and holly leaves.

"She's a bit underdressed," was my only thought

as she flew twice around my now-spinning head.

"Is your name Trident?" she asked, quite plainly,

in a tiny voice almost inaudible to me.

"A name from my childhood, it is!", I responded.

"But how did you know what others never knew?"

She replied, "I am Agathina from another world.

I've been sent to take you there, if you wish to go."

"If you will come with me, my dear lady,

your questions then and there will be answered."

This tiny being flew around me,

faster and faster, round and round,

until a whirlwind 'round me arose,

so strong it took my feet from the ground!

I felt myself moving through what felt like the air

without a jet or other aircraft.

My eyes were open but there was naught to see

as all whirled and swirled and blew past my face.

At last I was taken to another place in time, 

where love is divine, among a loving kind.

I spent many days of laughter and running,

singing and dancing in the magical forest;

exploring the explored to see once more

that which sparkled and gleamed 

in the warm, golden sunlight of mid-afternoon.

Through green meadows I rode on a dragonfly's back,

With my eyes closed tight. Afraid to fly?

As I opened my eyes a little at a time, 

a garden of beautiful flowers appeared;

Each flower more lovely than the one I just saw!.

On the dragonfly did I soar and swoop,

then we landed in a clearing between the gardens.

And there I saw the most beautiful creature

upon which my eyes have ever rested!

Handsome he was, and he stood so tall,

In a cloak of gold and silver was he;

his dragonfly wings were all a-flutter.

He stopped and folded them to his back,

then he walked towards me in a jaunty gait.

Stopping before me, he introduced himself

As the leader of Fontane.

His crown glowed brightly, as did the palms of his hands,

and he extended them out to me.

Placing his right hand on my chest he said,

"This charm I give you because I know it is

a perfect match for the heart that beats within."

That spot on my chest glowed a golden gleam.

As he removed his hand the glow subsided.

He stood and bowed with his hands clasped before him.

"For now, my lady, you must depart.

We will see one another again, someday."

Puzzled, I looked down at my chest.

He spoke before I could frame my thoughts.

"The charm I gave is not physical, my lady.

It lies in the heart so you can give more of yourself.

It is time for you to return home, my lady, the hours pass.

All is well. It will soon be Christmas Eve.

My escort brought me back to where I had left.

I thought I had been gone for days, maybe weeks

but in reality the time past was but four hours.

Mid-afternoon gave way to the evening's dark.

"Time for me to get home," I thought.

To this day I have never told a soul

about the most wondrous Christmas of my life

and how happy I have been since that bright, winter's day.

And the charm within has never failed

lest I stop believing.

Composed by Cynthia ©

I hope that you have enjoyed this poem. My Merry Christmas to you. Thank you again for reading, and do share your thoughts with us. have a great Friday

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

I am the Christmas Fairy.

Hi dear friends and followers. today I have a Christmas poem for you composed by me. Thank you for being here, have a great read.

I am the Christmas Fairy.

I flew on the wind and billowing snow;

I landed atop a noble fir tree,

upon a branch; I looked all about.

No wand or golden crown do I wear.

I just glow a bright blue,

like a sparkling star in the midnight sky.

And everything I see,

everywhere I look,

is covered in a blanket of pristine snow,

made all sparkly by the silvery moon above.

On gossamer wings I flew,

to a home nearby I flew,

with windows all lit in a warm, yellow glow!

Through one window I saw

the pretty colored lights, 

and the cards with colorful images,

all hung on the wall.

Stockings hung over the hearth-place,

And Christmas-time treats,

all laid out 

for visitors, when they call. 

I heard children's voices,

so I hid behind the drain pipe.

I heard the Christmas carols sweet, 

reverberate on the frosty air.

From the drain pipe I flew,

to the other side of the home.

I saw a window with a dim, little light.

To that window I hurried

to see what was within.

A single lamp was lighted,

and it barely lit the room;

and on bed away from the window's wall

a child lay, still, and barely awake.

Up I sailed, and onto the roof;

down the chimney I went, and into the house.

I found the room where the child lay in bed.

"Soon there will be another who will come

to this very same chimney," I thought.

I approached the child silently;

I hovered and glowed,

and now my glow was many colors,

like the pretty lights on the tree!

The room flashed in multi-colors.

The child opened her eyes and my, 

how they gleamed

reflecting the colors on my light!

The child smiled and sat-up in her bed.

I motioned to her to join the others;

I followed her closely behind.

But of course no one else could see me,

except for the child whose eyes still dazzled.

She surprised everyone

as she stepped into the room.

She jumped into her mother's arms,

that was something that she was not able to do,

or so it had been for a number of months

since she was taken ill, with what, who knew?

Everyone was so excited to see the girl walk,

to be able to share in the joy and good cheer!

Before I flew to the top of the tree

to twinkle and sparkle and be a part 

of their Christmas, too, 

to the little girl I said,

and not another heard,

"I will always be here for you.

Do not forget that

if you should ever need me."

The bright glow vanished,

As I flew away.

The original occupant of the tree,

a tinsel fairy, adorned its top.

A little while later I watched as Santa Claus,

hefted a big bag over his shoulder,

and down that same chimney he went

bringing joy and cheer that others could see,

and to share the joy that only healing can bring.

Composed by Cynthia ©

I hope that you have enjoyed this poem. My Merry Christmas to you. Thank you again for reading, and do share your thoughts with us. have a great rest of the week

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

I am the Christmas Fairy.

I am the Christmas Fairy.

I flew on the wind and billowing snow;

I landed atop a noble fir tree,

upon a branch; I looked all about.

"Complete story above" 

This was an error, published before I was done.

Thank you.

A Christmas Fairy

A Christmas Fairy

Hi dear friends and followers, today I have a fairy Christmas story for you.

This story is set in England, in the 19th Century, when long distance traveling took weeks, with schedules much less certain than they are today. The story itself is as current as any of our human emotions.

A Christmas Fairy
by John Strange Winter

It was getting very near to Christmas time, and all the boys at Miss Ware's school were talking about going home for the holidays.

"I shall go to the Christmas festival," said Bertie Fellows," and my mother will have a party, and my Aunt will give another. Oh! I shall have a splendid time at home."

"My Uncle Bob is going to give me a pair of skates," remarked Harry Wadham.

"My father is going to give me a bicycle," put in George Alderson.

"Will you bring it back to school with you?" asked Harry.

"Oh! yes, if Miss Ware doesn't say no."

"Well, Tom," cried Bertie, "where are you going to spend your holidays?"

"I am going to stay here," answered Tom in a very forlorn voice.

"Here - at school - oh, dear! Why can't you go home?"

"I can't go home to India," answered Tom.

"Nobody said you could. But haven't you any relatives anywhere?"

Tom shook his head. "Only in India," he said sadly.

"Poor fellow! That's hard luck for you. I'll tell you what it is, boys, if I couldn't go home for the holidays, especially at Christmas--I think I would just sit down and die."

"Oh, no, you wouldn't," said Tom. "You would get ever so homesick, but you wouldn't die. You would just get through somehow, and hope something would happen before next year, or that some kind fairy would--"

"There are no fairies nowadays," said Bertie.

"See here, Tom, I'll write and ask my mother to invite you to go home with me for the holidays."

"Will you really?"

"Yes, I will. And if she says yes, we shall have such a splendid time. We live in London, you know, and have lots of parties and fun."

"Perhaps she will say no?" suggested poor little Tom.

"My mother isn't the kind that says no," Bertie declared loudly.

In a few days' time a letter arrived from Bertie's mother. The boy opened it eagerly. It said:

My own dear Bertie:

I am very sorry to tell you that little Alice is ill with scarlet fever. And so you cannot come for your holidays. I would have been glad to have you bring your little friend with you if all had been well here.

Your father and I have decided that the best thing that you can do is to stay at Miss Ware's. We shall send your Christmas present to you as well as we can.

It will not be like coming home, but I am sure you will try to be happy, and make me feel that you are helping me in this sad time.

Dear little Alice is very ill, very ill indeed. Tell Tom that I am sending you a box for both of you, with two of everything. And tell him that it makes me so much happier to know that you will not be alone.

Your own mother.

When Bertie Fellows received this letter, which ended all his Christmas hopes and joys, he hid his face upon his desk and sobbed aloud. The lonely boy from India, who sat next to him, tried to comfort his friend in every way he could think of. He patted his shoulder and whispered many kind words to him.

At last Bertie put the letter into Tom's hands. "Read it," he sobbed.

So then Tom understood the cause of Bertie's grief. "Don't fret over it," he said at last. "It might be worse. Why, your father and mother might be thousands of miles away, like mine are. When Alice is better, you will be able to go home. And it will help your mother if she thinks you are almost as happy as if you could go now."

Soon Miss Ware came to tell Bertie how sorry she was for him.

"After all," said she, smiling down on the two boys, "it is an ill wind that blows nobody good. Poor Tom has been expecting to spend his holidays alone, and now he will have a friend with him--Try to look on the bright side, Bertie, and to remember how much worse it would have been if there had been no boy to stay with you."

"I can't help being disappointed, Miss Ware," said Bertie, his eyes filling with tears.

"No; you would be a strange boy if you were not. But I want you to try to think of your poor mother, and write her as cheerfully as you can."

"Yes," answered Bertie; but his heart was too full to say more.

The last day of the term came, and one by one, or two by two, the boys went away, until only Bertie and Tom were left in the great house. It had never seemed so large to either of them before.

"It's miserable," groaned poor Bertie, as they strolled into the schoolroom. "Just think if we were on our way home now--how different."

"Just think if I had been left here by myself," said Tom.

"Yes," said Bertie, "but you know when one wants to go home he never thinks of the boys that have no home to go to."

The evening passed, and the two boys went to bed. They told stories to each other for a long time before they could go to sleep. That night they dreamed of their homes, and felt very lonely. Yet each tried to be brave, and so another day began.

This was the day before Christmas. Quite early in the morning came the great box of which Bertie's mother had spoken in her letter. Then, just as dinner had come to an end, there was a peal of the bell, and a voice was heard asking for Tom Egerton.

Tom sprang to his feet, and flew to greet a tall, handsome lady, crying, "Aunt Laura! Aunt Laura!"

And Laura explained that she and her husband had arrived in London only the day before. "I was so afraid, Tom," she said, "that we should not get here until Christmas Day was over and that you would be disappointed. So I would not let your mother write you that we were on our way home. You must get your things packed up at once, and go back with me to London. Then uncle and I will give you a splendid time."

For a minute or two Tom's face shone with delight. Then he caught sight of Bertie and turned to his aunt.

"Dear Aunt Laura," he said, "I am very sorry, but I can't go."

"Can't go? and why not?"

"Because I can't go and leave Bertie here all alone," he said stoutly. "When I was going to be alone he wrote and asked his mother to let me go home with him. She could not have either of us because Bertie's sister has scarlet fever. He has to stay here, and he has never been away from home at Christmas time before, and I can't go away and leave him by himself, Aunt Laura."

For a minute Aunt Laura looked at the boy as if she could not believe him. Then she caught him in her arms and kissed him.

"You dear little boy, you shall not leave him. You shall bring him along, and we shall all enjoy ourselves together. Bertie, my boy, you are not very old yet, but I am going to teach you a lesson as well as I can. It is that kindness is never wasted in this world."

And so Bertie and Tom found that there was such a thing as a fairy after all.

I hope that you have enjoyed these series of myths and legends of the Native American. Thank you again for reading, and do share your thoughts with us. have a great week

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿