Well Christmas is here yet again and the candlelight tradition is not lost to the Ages as I do see men on the streets of San Francisco!! To that is the company that I have yet to achieve, oh for the years to forward for the lease of the conversations that have tonight as excitement and read. Each year for my life I have wondered the comfort of the hug to what did you do today, was today the day of your life? Conversations that lead to a comfortable evening inviting cuddling as a supply to say that pronunciation is more than a snore. Each year for the past 10 years I have achieved Christmas and with that the Happy New Year has rung in with so much. Looking forward to the footprint and with such to embrace I love these end of years scenarios.
Last year I invited the Corte Madera Police Department, the Tiburon Police Department, the Northern California C.H.P. Officers and yes I even invited Chief Jerry Dyer and his Police Station to my home in Tiburon on Paradise Drive for some Christmas Eve cheer. The invite went out and I dressed my home with such excitement that the warmth that that environment gave still supplies my thought with love. The basis of such an enormous invitation came from what would never be understood by the average-reader as that would be to much of an explanation however I just know that the average-reader this year can share the love of Christmas and do just the same invitation, that thought warms my home to comprehend the depth of a time that brings my mother to mind just to remember her big parties and massive Christmas King Lear celebrations that would blush West Clay Park and often bring the Hotels downtown the music to remind the management that one family can sing to the staff and tourist alike.
Those incredible memories giggle my sides tonight as to stand on the Five Star Hotel staircases as my mother would have us sing reminds me of the times we would tour West Clay Park and do the noel in perfect offbeat keys. It sounded great though as my mother made family the presence of more than gifts and ribbons, my mother would smile, welcome and talent conversations with grace, not one napkin was ever needed. There were never bored people and every person was embraced and encouraged to share their sweetest Christmas memory, and for that I would say that every religion was represented. The stories were incredible and those songs brought envelope to ours, what savory times that could never collapse this year or in fact and truth could never take any Christmas or New Year to anything other than the gratitude of a beautiful treat. Real delight saved the Christmas that fell some horror as the memory gave tears the cheeks to smile through all the pain, I remember those speaking engagements as pain is a strange paragraph in times of tell.
Back to the invite of all those Police Stations, might this year bring your foot to a home that embraces your smile and compliments your Christmas Eve!! And one year I will meet the man that will decide that I may compliment his side with my life, with my presence. Cheers to the memories, love to the man, might this year be the wonderful life reality that delivers your presence to your thought that you will know that there is a girl out there just for you, and might you know that it's me.
Thanks for the memories.
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