Christmas Eve Eve

Christmas Eve Eve
Merry Christmas

It’s the most wonderful time, of the year….

Technically, the longest day of the year is the Winter Solstice. However, as a young mom, the longest day of the year for me was the day before Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve started the festivities, so keeping my brood of four occupied the day before Christmas Eve was a challenge – to say the least. To say they were wired is an understatement. The anticipation. The excitement. The magic in the air!

It was 27 years ago that I penned a column that was published. That began my career as a writer, small-town reporter and columnist. Other opportunities grew, and I was able to add editing to the list.

Life has a funny way of being consistent – and that is, life always changes.

Through tremendous loss came tremendous growth. And, in the career world, as print went digital, I had to change career paths.

I miss my writing days. With support, I have decided to get back to writing – even if just for myself. And what is a better way to do this, than to share what started me on the path to begin with.

I’ll always be grateful to the editor who took a chance with my writing. I’m sure some of you have read this before, and I hope you enjoy reading my first column again. I feel a bit rusty, and I had to call tech support to get my site functional again. Unfortunately, I lost my subscription base. If you are moved to do so, feel free to subscribe again.

Wishing you the peace of the season, and a hearty laugh or smile when you read of my experiences. Have a wonderful Christmas Eve Eve!

Sugar Buzz
Sugary Things

“Sugar Buzz,” written and published in The Mirror Newspapers, December 24, 1998:

I know I read somewhere that sugar does not affect children’s behavior. Well, this experienced mother can truly dispute that statement! Any parent who has ever hosted a child’s party or helped out during classroom parties can attest to this fact as well.

But who am I to complain? Growing up, there was always “something sweet” with coffee after dinner. This tradition has carried over to my household as well as those of my siblings. I have a panic attack if we have surprise visitors and there is nothing sweet in the house.

As a parent, I tried to keep my children’s sugar ingestion to a minimum. (I said tried!) All four of them were born with a sweet tooth. Dessert is part of the food pyramid, right? And Christmas is coming, which means – more sugar and goodies.

I honor of all the parents who will try to talk their children into vegetable sticks in lieu of candy and cookies, I lift my cup of cocoa to you. And here’s a tune I penned to “Silver Bells” to get you in the mood:

Sugar Buzz

Sugar buzz, sugar buzz; It’s Christmas time in my kitchen.

Butter rings, fudge and things; Soon kids will be spazzing out.

City children, country children; With their hands gooey-gross;

Keep eating the cookies and junk food.

See them laughing, see them jumping; See them bouncing around.

And they just keep on chowing junk down!

Sugar buzz, sugar buzz; It’s Christmas time in my kitchen.

Angel wings, sugary things; Soon kids will be spazzing out.

Grandma’s baking, candies making; See the kids beg for more.

Mom and Dad roll their eyes – plead for mercy.

Hyper children, sticky clothing; Today’s the year’s longest day…

And tomorrow we’ll start this again!

Sugar buzz, sugar buzz; It’s Christmas time in my kitchen.

Red food coloring, re-fined everything! 

These kids just can’t simmer down!

Merry Christmas!

© LynneWrites – 2025

LynneWrites

How do you handle – or how did you handle – the anticipation and excitement of the season? Feel free to share in the comment section 🙂

Broken Hearts and Christmas

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“Somewhere there’s someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is worth while. So when you are lonely, remember it’s true: Somebody, somewhere, is thinking of you.” – Unknown

Christmas is the season of hope and miracles. Festive lights and decorations are everywhere. There is absolutely no escaping it. No matter where you are, music is playing. Wishes for snow and gifts are plentiful. To-do lists and errands seem miles long. Hustle and bustle. And exhaustion – all in an effort to have everything “perfect.”

For weeks I have been asked: Are you ready for Christmas? Are you in the holiday spirit? Don’t you love this time of year?

No. No. And this year, no.

For the record, I am not a Grinch. Most years, I am as wound up as a five-year-old waiting for the big day. Though no longer a child, I do believe in Santa. On Christmas Eve, I search the sky, looking for the jolly ol’ elf. And I believe in Christmas magic and the hope of this season. The Babe in Bethlehem is my Salvation.

But I am not really into Christmas this year.

I have freely admitted this to many people, and save for a few, I am greeted with shock and horror. Some people look at me like I am crazy.

But I am normal. And I don’t need a therapist and I don’t need an anti-depressant.

I just need people to understand that, for me, this is a difficult holiday season. I am going to smile. And I am going to laugh. And I am going to cry. And those tears are healing. Those tears are okay.

Christmas will be different this year. That doesn’t make it bad – it doesn’t make it good. It makes it different. I never wanted it to be different.

I wanted it to be perfect.

At some point in our lives, how we celebrate Christmas changes. Children grow up, family members move, dads pass away. Maybe, for the first time in my life, I really have come to understand that there is no such thing as the perfect Christmas.

I overheard a conversation that resonated with me. Two women were discussing the emphasis on to-do lists, and shopping and baking, “all for one day.” The older woman hit the nail on the head – that the emphasis is on the wrong place.

“All you need to be ready for Christmas is to be surrounded by the ones you love.”

Yet, this year, there will be very dear ones missing from our celebrations – but because of my I love for them, they will be in attendance, for they are always close in my heart. Always.

Undoubtedly, Christmas will be different. Acknowledging that difference and that I won’t do all the same things this year relieves me of some of the pressures of “perfect.” I won’t have to pretend I am happy if I am having a sad moment. Different will make previous memories more precious, and new moments memorable.

Different will give me an ever greater appreciation of what I have been blessed with, which will go a long way towards healing my broken heart.

Different will also force me to look outside of myself and share with others – hard as that may be – even if all I can do is muster up a smile or be polite.

Maybe different will cause me to become different – but in a good and more thoughtful way. Maybe it will give me a greater compassion for the lonely, the hurting or for those experiencing loss.

Maybe, just maybe, different will one day feel perfect.

“It is the personal thoughtfulness, the warm human awareness, the reaching out of the self to one’s fellow man that makes giving worthy of the Christmas spirit.” – Isabel Currier

How are you helping yourself or a loved one this holiday season?

© 2012 – Lynne Cobb