
The greeting is painted on an old board from my Grandmother's kitchen table. If you were to look closely, you would see knife marks where she, my mother and her sisters prepared food.

One of my favorite things to do around Christmas time is to bake and decorate cookies. My children loved this activity and we always tried to do this the day after they were out of school for Christmas vacation. On the night before their vacation break began we would check over our cookie making supplies and see if anything was needed. My darling daughter declared that there were just not enough "prinkles" to suit her sugar lovin', sparkly sprinkler-self and could I please get some more. She wanted the shiny round silver ones, lots of crunchy red and green sugar ones, the teeny tiny dot ones in all the rainbow colors, and could we please have some chocolate ones too? I assured her that we would indeed have plenty of sprinkles. (I never should have said that!)
The next morning as I drove my children to school the self-proclaimed Sprinkle Queen gave me royal orders not to forget the sprinkles, "Or else, off with your head!" I'm thinking, "OK, no more Alice in Wonderland for her. I can see which character she is identifying with!"
I see them off the their classes and then I am headed back home to get some last minute wrapping and cleaning done. I should have gone to the store right then but I thought I'd do that on the way back to town to pick them up. I didn't give it another thought and went home. The day seemed to fly by and I happened to glance up at the clock and realized that if I were going to stop at the store on my way to the school that I'd better leave right then. I grabbed my purse and keys and zipped out the door. Well, you know when you are in a hurry you are bound to be slowed down? That is just what happened. We live outside city limits in a semi-rural area where there is farm land and many in our area raise cattle, both of which necessitate the use of tractors.

By this time I was getting anxious and mentally calculating if I still had enough time. I decided I did and I plotted out my route through the store. I only need a few items, milk, bread, fruit snacks, and cookie sprinkles. Luckily the store I was going to had the milk, bread, and fruit snacks all on the same isle and then I could head over to the sprinkles and then to the check out stand. I just hoped and prayed it was not senior day or double coupon day both of which would slow me down. Again, I had to pray and remind myself that I too would be old and slow one day and on a fixed income pinching pennies and I too would need those double coupon days! I finally arrived at the store with ten minutes until pickup time. I was still in a safe time zone IF all went well in the store.
I grab the buggy and practically sprint to the checkout counter, looking at the huge clock over the customer service area the whole time I am unloading the buggy as quickly as I can while my brain is totally focused on time, how many stop lights there are between the store and the school, and will I make it on time. I'm praying again, "Oh Lord, please don't let me hit any red ones." I am brought out of my little revelry by the checkout clerk as she clears her throat and says, "Ma'am if you don't mind my askin', exactly WHAT are you going to do with ALL these sprinkles?" I looked at her like she was crazy and I'm thinking, "Well, I'm gonna bake cookies, what else?" And then I looked at the conveyor belt, the bag boy, the checker, what I held in my hand, and then down to the buggy. I wish I could have seen the shock that must have registered on my face!
Rolling down the belt were BOTTLES of sprinkles, the bag boy was sacking BOTTLES of sprinkles, the checker was holding a BOTTLE of sprinkles, and the buggy I was unloading was FULL of BOTTLES of sprinkles. When I came back with the juice I'd been in such a hurry that I'd plopped it on top of the buggy which was being used to display the sprinkles! I sort of gurgled and stammered and said, "This is NOT my buggy!" I realized that my buggy was still where I left it. Not only was my buggy still where I left it but so was my purse! I hastily told her to remove the charges for all those sprinkles and I'd be right back. With burning cheeks I pushed the sprinkle buggy back, all the time wondering if I would even have a purse when I got back to where I had left it. Much to my relief there sat my buggy calmly waiting for me to claim it and my purse and all its contents were there also.
Dear readers, one thing one must not do is leave Miss Sandy unattended for very long because if this happens she will inadvertently get into some kind of scrape or have some outlandish adventure. I am notorious for these little adventures around Christmas time. These stories have become legend in our family and are told and retold at all the family gatherings. Truth be told mostly these things happen to me because I am not paying attention or in a hurry and some are just destined to be. My daughter actually loves to be along on these little "Adventures" as she calls them. You know it is bad when the daughter warns the mother as she leaves the house not to get into any scrapes. Only sometimes I don't even have to leave the house, like the time when my son was five years old....
It was cold winter evening a couple of weeks before Christmas. My husband was working late this particular evening, so I made my son and I an early dinner and got bath time out of the way. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was coming on television and I thought I'd take advantage of that hour to wrap some Christmas gifts. I made my tiny son a soft blanket nest on the couch and turned on Rudolph.
I was merrily wrapping presents when I noticed I needed a couple of garment boxes. I knew I had a few extra ones in my Christmas wrap storage bin so I thought I'd just pop up and get them. I pulled down that attic stairs, which were located in the hallway, flicked on the light, and climbed up. Now only half of this attic was floored but that was a no-brainer because the other half was very visibly just ceiling joists and insulation. Everything we had stored up there was obviously on the floored side. I located the storage bin but it had been pushed up under the eve so I had to step out further than normal to get it. No problem, only when I backed up something underfoot snapped, gravity suddenly took hold and I found myself hanging by my arm pits! From my arm pits down I was in the living room and from the arm pits up I was still in the attic! I had stepped on what I thought was flooring but in reality was a piece of sheet rock that was turned over and the backing was showing making me think it was a solid surface.
When he got next door he calmly told Grandpa that mom needed him to come next door. He left out a few details! Grandpa and he were great computer buddies and he got interested in what Grandpa was doing, forgot all about that red nosed reindeer and me, and settled in for a computer session.
This news startled Grandpa who unceremoniously dumped young grandson in the floor and took off out the door, crashing through the hedge, and into our front door to be confronted with the sight of half of his daughter-in-law dangling through the ceiling. He asked if I was OK and all I could do was laugh. By this time I'd hung there so long my arm pits were numb and I wondered exactly what it looked like through my huge front window when motorists stopped at the stop sign on the corner in front of our house and looked right before turning and could see legs hanging down in my living room. Holiday greetings to all you out in Blog Land! It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas here at the Quill. I spent Saturday doing all the outdoor decor, we set up the tree late yesterday afternoon, and Kenny G. and I have had a high old time decorating. Well actually, I decorated while he serenaded me with my holiday favorites.
Christmas at the Quill is quite different this year, for starters we now have a little inside dog who thinks anything below the door knobs belongs to her and is fair game for her chewing pleasure and gorgeous grandson is mobile and also thinks anything worth exploring below door knob height is also his to touch and taste! So to solve our tree trouble we decided to use the artificial tree this year. We only used the top two sections to shorten it and put it up on an old trunk. (See, Vee, I told you I was going to steal this idea!) We also chose to use only ornaments that are totally touchable so that little hands can explore without being scolded. I dug around in storage and decided it would be a Country Christmas at the Quill. All the ornaments I chose are handmade of either wood or fabric. I loaded the tree with little boy delights like Santa's, snowmen, gingerbread men, candy canes, stockings, plus a variety of others. I did use a few glass balls in the depth of the tree for sparkle and shine but only higher up and I could not resist using my favorite and most treasured ornaments. I put them up high in places of honor. I got a little weepy as I unwrapped them, here they are.....These were fashioned by the hands of my children when they were small and are more precious to me than the silver or gold. This reminded me of a Christmas piece I wrote a couple of years ago. I share with you my "Christ"mas Tree Memories.....
Many legends surround the origin of the Christmas tree, from pagan customs to Christian lore. The Christmas tree tradition first became popular in Germany in the sixteenth century, then, popularity spread to European countries. In 1841 Prince Albert and Queen Victoria decorated the first English Christmas tree at Windsor Castle. The first record of a Christmas tree on public display in the United States was in the 1830's. By the 1890's the Christmas tree custom was becoming popular around the United States. For many, putting up a tree marks the beginning of the Christmas season.
Christmas tree decorations come in a variety of forms and fashions each year. In the beginnings of tree decoration, evergreens were adorned simply with candles. Eventually a variety of sweets, fruits, and gingerbread became fashionable as added adornment. Then tree decor progressed to an actual place to hang or hide gifts such as dolls, miniature furniture, tiny musical instruments, costume jewelry, toy soldiers, as well as candy and fruit. German glass ornaments began to make an appearance in the 1890's.
Many early Americans decorated their trees primarily with homemade ornaments such as apples, nuts, and marzipan cookies in a variety of delightful shapes as well as popcorn strung with berries. The invention of the electric bulb in the early twentieth century made it possible and far less dangerous for Christmas trees to glow with light for days on end. Today we find trees of every shape, size, and texture, from real to man made. The variety of ornaments readily available and ways to trim a tree are endless. Themed trees are popular from simple homespun creations to crystal and hand blown glass opulence.I've often looked at magazines at perfectly appointed, color coordinated trees or seen them in store displays and admired them from afar. I have wondered how one would look in my home and if I chose one, which theme and color scheme would I pick? (Maybe the one below?)
I once had a neighbor who had a tree like that. She went to a popular home and craft store and bought the entire display tree, lights, ornaments, and all. She had all the ornaments wired to the tree. She kept it in a tree bag in her garage. When Christmas time came around, out came the tree. It was uncovered, plugged in and ready to go in mere minutes. For my busy neighbor, who did not enjoy decorating a tree, this was perfect. For some, a tiny table top tree with miniature adornments may be perfect. Others may delight in the tree farm tradition of cutting their own tree, while others may prefer an artificial tree. For our family, our memory tree is perfect. It is not color coordinated or perfectly appointed, but it does have a theme: love.
Over the years our Christmas tree tradition has varied from large to small, real to artificial, ornaments have been subtracted and added, but one thing has remained the same, the theme of love. After all, the theme of Christmas is love. Love came down over two thousand years ago in the form of God's only begotten Son, the baby Jesus.
So many memories on the tree
Sitting here looking, the past I see
Childhood memories of days gone by
Friends that have blessed me by and by
Craft Show days and times of toil
My children's handiwork, treasures royal
I have been tagged by Helen of BRUSHSTROKE ETC. I am glad she sent the rules because I have never been tagged so I wasn't sure how it works. I have linked back to her and I am to tag five other blogs and tell something about each blog, link to each one, leave a comment letting them know they have been tagged, and then tell five things about myself, so here goes.....
1, 2, 3, 4, & 5: I was once an elf! No, really, I was. I worked for a PCA Photographer at a Wal-Mart store as an elf one Christmas season taking pictures of children with Santa. I had a cute little elf outfit and everything. I am vertically challenged, ( On a big hair day I can almost tip five feet ), so this was a perfect job for me AND this is how I met my husband, I got him at Wal-Mart! (He is the best bargain I ever got at a super store!)