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Don’t you just love this time of year that maxes out credit cards and unites families to revisit arguments from the year before?  And how better to exhibit this joy than redecorating your house with cheap junk made with sweat labor from Asia.

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When I was working for a new home builder as a Warranty Manager I had the pleasure of knowing an elderly couple who for them, Christmas was the ultimate holiday and they showed it by elaborate displays of Christmas paraphernalia that would make the shops on Rodeo Drive jealous.

The couple, Merry and Dave – that’s right, even the wife’s name reflected their love for the holiday – owned a home in Frisco, Texas and utilized an entire bedroom and its walk-in closet to store all of their ornaments, tree, lights and statues of Kris Kringle, angels, elves and reindeer.  If there was any part of the Christmas tree showing, it was an oversight that was quickly corrected with another ornament of the Magi or a sled.  It was an event that took Dave an entire month to assemble and hang, and another to take it all down and store away until next year.  It was literally wall-to-wall Christmas ornamentations.

The Juicy Couture boutique in Beverly Hills, Calif ain’t got nothing on Merry and Dave’s home decorations in Frisco, Tex.

The Juicy Couture boutique in Beverly Hills, California ain’t got nothing on Merry and Dave’s home decorations in Frisco, Tex.

Dave and Merry are of course the exception to such decorative displays.  Most I think who take the time to dress up their home, inside and out, are not quite as ambitious.  I’d like to think my wife and I fall into that category.  My wife, Roseann, works on the inside …

above the TV dining room table hallway decorations living room decorations more hallway decorations the tree

… and I tackle the outside for the most part, though she is also a big contributor to the low-hanging decorations like the lights on entry walk and the garden wall at the front of the house.

entry walk decorations garden wall decorations

And here’s what the finished product looks like.

Xmas on Sherman Dr

Okay, so maybe we do tend to exert ourselves a bit but Clark & Ellen Griswold we’re not.

Of course most people don’t bother to decorate at all.  Let’s face it.  The Christmas spirit for many entails lighting themselves up with plenty of yuletide eggnog or a bourbon-laced hot toddy rather than lighting up their home.

But what about those half-hearted efforts we often see by some who have at least thought about participating but just didn’t see themselves taking it too far.  You know the type.  A Christmas wreath on the front door.  One red and one green flood light in the driveway light fixture anchored on the exterior wall.  Or the single string of lights around the front door frame.

These are men and women you might think are cheap or simply lazy but I like to see them as people with minimalist tendencies.  They drive the most economic version of transportation with only an AM  radio, adjusting their own side mirrors and roll down their own windows.  They have basic cable or may even get their reception from an outside antenna.  And watering the lawn during the summer is required only when the grass starts showing shades of yellow.  You may want to snobbishly chortle at such people but at least they can make paychecks meet and even sneak a little away in a hidden nest egg so they can take that weekend summer trip to Pensacola or Bossier City, Louisiana.

So, in  celebration of the Christmas minimalist, let me display a few of their decorative efforts I have observed on my daily walk with my dog Millie in tow here in my hometown.  Click on each pic to get a better view

Here are a few of the typical minimalist decorations with a door wreath.  As the first photo shows, double doors means double wreaths along with a reminder of the July 4th holiday off to the side.  The red, white, blue and green of Christmas is a cherished tradition for some apparently.

double door wreaths door wreath and porch ornament single wreath

Most Christmas minimalist tend to stay close to the porch.  The first one reflects this while the second ventured out to the yard and decorated their walkway lamp post

porch santa walkway light fixture decoration

This one seems more like a cop-out rather than explaining why they didn’t decorate their yard with nothing more than a realtor’s yard sign.  Jesus’ dad lights up the sky with a heavenly host of angels and they can’t run a string or two of lights?

jesus is the reason I jesus is the reason II

Nothing says Xmas like an inflatable Santa.  It took more effort to wrap the boxes at his feet than it did to blow him up.

inflatable Santa

Not only did this person not take time to decorate for Xmas, they took an equal amount of time to remove their Halloween decoration.

Halloween pumpkins

This one I threw in as a bonus. It has nothing to do with Xmas but does indicate that if people with dogs are passing by and their pet wants to leave a little gift on their yard, please be sure to tote it off in the gift wrapping they so generously supply here.  Might Santa have need for it should Donner or Blitzen drop a loaf while visiting?

doggy poop bags

But none that I have seen here in Denton beats this clever effort by what has to be the greatest Christmas minimalist alive today.

a true Christmas minimalist

‘Ditto’ sign on Kristina Green’s house points to Christmas lights display on Eric Cyr’s house.

Of course what really matters is that we let the tension from work subside and allow ourselves to be transformed for a brief period as the colder weather sets in and songs of Noel are playing on the radio 24-7.

Christmas takes on some different meanings for many people but it has something we all share.  Outside of the negative atmosphere generated by the “war on Xmas” crowd and the crass commercialism that begins the day before Halloween, most of us are transferred back in time when, as children, a two-weeks break from school was thought to be the greatest gift of all and the sense that something really magical was transpiring as Christmas day approached, making us truly glad to be alive.

Merry Christmas Everyone


It’s that time of year again for me to roll out my Thanksgiving humor piece.  This will be the 2nd year I’ve posted this on my blog but the third year all total from the time I first posted it on the AC Content site, now known as Yahoo! Voices.   That means some of you will have to indulge me one more time while others will see it for the first time.  I hope the 2nd (and third) times for some of you (yes, I’m thinking of you Donna) will still enjoy it.   Maybe by next year I will come up with a sequel or something altogether new.  In the meantime, here’s Tom Turkey’s view of life in the too-soon-to-die lane.

 

Why do I start feeling uneasy when the leaves start changing colors? What is it about this time of year that creates a need for me to put my life in order? Here I am, without a care amongst my peers and being fed very nourishing meals. I do begin to worry that my thighs are becoming overly plump, however. That can’t be a good thing. And I get to lollygag around in a sheltered enclosure, somewhat crowded but appearing to thin out more and more each day. Can life get any better?

I can recall my days as a young poult. I haven’t been here that long but it was a happy time with all my kin. And yet, there’s been this dread that all was not well either. I began to see less of the older relatives and more and more new turkeys would arrive from places unknown. Poor things would look half-starved. That would change of course as they were “fattened up” so to speak by our great accommodations and generous hosts here at Turkey Trot Farms.

Rumor has it that there is a great feast that ultimately we will attend. There will be a large gathering of people who will stand over us with looks of adoration and anticipation. We will be the center of attraction and many will rejoice later that day about how satisfied they were with us. So why do I have this propensity to worry and feel an inexplicable, uncomfortable warmth about me?


I appear to have favorable views by my human providers. Each day they give me a physical work over and seem delighted that I am progressing to their great satisfaction. Just last week I received a recognition that everyone is gobbling about. It’s a nice shiny medal engraved with the salutary “Grade A” on it that my human admirers seem to take exceptional glee with. It did hurt just a bit though when they stapled it to my wing but that is perhaps necessary to prevent any theft or loss. Some of my younger cousins do appear to be grudgingly envious of it; not to mention I really don’t have a safe place I can keep it.

I feel good about my surroundings and yet there is an air of foreboding. I sense it more each day when my human caretakers visit our abode and then leave with some of my friends and relatives. Perhaps I just have an excessive sense of anxiety. Why would I feel angst at the fact that I am well tended to and well-nourished? I am relatively young and I have my whole life before me.

Oh look! There are my human friends now and it appears they are heading my way. I wonder what joy they will bring into my life today?

Have a Safe and Full-filling Thanksgiving Holiday !


About two weeks ago I wrote a piece on Frank Capra’s inspiring 1946 film “It’s A Wonderful LIfe”.  Of the two things that I mentioned that have endured in my life from watching that film, one of them recently played itself out for me.  The George Bailey character in the movie, played so marvelously by Jimmy Stewart, was given an opportunity to see what the world would be like had he not been born.  On this aspect of the film I commented:

Most of our actions are daily and seemingly mundane but everyone of us have perhaps said or done something once in our life that has made an impact on another and perhaps altered their life to some degree.  Were we always aware of how our comments and actions are filtered by those we come into contact with, we might weigh them more prudently and less-selfishly.

Today, I stepped out my front door on my way to the mailbox and almost tripped over a beautiful potted Poinsettia.

 I thought at first that a friend of my wife’s had left it for her.  She seems to do a lot of “secret Santa” type stuff each year.  But the note attached to the plant dispelled that notion and left me just a bit astonished.  It had obviously been typed out on a computer printer but it was so informally written as to give me the sense that it was handwritten.  I was moved as I read it.

Thank You!

We have lived on Emerson Lane near Woodrow Wilson Elementary School for the past 15+ years.  During this time, we have driven past your home on our daily commutes to school, work, church grocery stores. (Piggly Wiggly), etc.

Each Thanksgiving our children watched with anticipation for Santa and Mrs. Claus kissing under the huge star on your roof.

It was officially the Christmas season when “Santa and Mrs. Claus by the Pig Store” when(sic) up!

Our kids (twins) are 22 years old now and of course “The Pig Store”” is long gone.

Thank you for providing a Christmas Tradition to our family.

The letter was signed but I’ll withhold it here for reasons that respect the lady’s privacy who signed it.  I do  not recognize her name even though Emerson Lane is a mere two blocks just north of my house.  The “Pig Store” she’s referring to is the Piggly Wiggly grocery store that shut down a little over a year ago.  They simply weren’t profitable enough to compete with Kroger’s nearby and the Super Wal-mart store a few miles from here.  The building remains empty to this day.

“Santa and Mrs. Claus” are two hardwood cutouts my wife bought some 15 plus years ago from an acquaintance who did this type of art work as a hobby, but one that provided a small income for them, especially during the holiday season.  It’s anchored to a front brick facade on my house as seen here.

Santa is holding a sprig of mistletoe over Mrs. Claus’ head to entice her for perhaps a farewell kiss before he summons Rudolph and friends to set out on their annual global trek.

The star on my roof is five strands of miniature lights connected together that I have hand-fashioned into the shape my heretofore unknown admirer and her kids have enjoyed all of these years. I marked the star’s point spots with a colored caulk that matches the roof shingles so I can easily locate them each year without the hassle of trying to successfully achieve each year what I was able to do on my first effort nearly two decades ago.

Several of our friends have commented on the star and one businessman that lived around the block from our home some years ago (and who has since moved) stopped by to ask one day how I had created a star that size that looks reasonably symmetrical in its design.  “Got Lucky”, I told him.  But I made sure that it wouldn’t be luck in the future by marking the star’s points.

Each year as I age it get’s a little tougher to put out the Christmas decorations.  I did stop putting up lights along the front facia trim and up the ridges of the roof because it was just becoming too physically taxing.  I was going to stop laying out the star also but my wife, who really get’s into dressing up the house, keeps encouraging me each year to continue.  I think the fact that so many of her friends comment on it each year makes her feel that it’s important to not let them down.  But it wasn’t until we received this poinsettia and the note that if became clear to me how much something as simple as this not only gave her friends a few weeks of pleasure each time they passed by but how it has become a “Christmas tradition” for an entire family that we have never even met.

I now realize that until my body is completely crippled, I must find the energy each year to put Santa and Mrs. Claus up, stealing a kiss under the make-shift “Star of David”, lest I ruin a moment of delight for a few of my neighbors.  The crass commercialism that this holiday has become a part of has ruined the mood for me as I’m sure it has with most everyone else.  But now there is renewed meaning for me.  One that reaffirms the emotional joy that only children can exude from seeing symbols of the holiday that enable their sense of anticipation for that special morning under the Christmas tree.

Two "kids" and their toy pony


Yet another Memorial Day rolls around
With each flag placed neatly on rounded mound
Of those lying silent beneath the ground.

There lies each woman and man
Who perished in a distant land
For things we seldom understand.

We hear the reasons given to make us proud
With pomp and circumstance they’re said aloud
But heard no more under covered shroud.

If die they must it should be clear,
Our cause is just and sincere
To promote a world free from fear.

We cannot throw away good souls
For extraneous reasons given by those
Who only gain and never lose.

Young men and women cannot be fodder
Thrown into battle and led to slaughter
By those who sacrifice neither son nor daughter.

Let wars be executed if we must
But for reasons that are just;
Anything less violates a sacred trust.

This great nation has always stood
As a standard for each who would
Treat all equally and promote what’s good.

For all have a stake in what’s celebrated this day,
That loss of life that has given way
To prevent future wars so we can say,

The peace we know came at high cost
Through human sacrifice and loss
So tomorrow’s children will benefit most.

Let it be clear we are here today
To seek a path, a certain way;
That war no longer serves as a need to pray.



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