Christmas Reflections Each year right about this time, hubby and I kick back on the old family sofa with a couple of shots of eggnog, just on the verge of curdle with a sprinkle of nutmeg on top, and ponder ...just what happened during that spinning whirlwind we call the Christmas season? Let's face it, by next year we'll have probably forgotten mostly about who gave who what, and maybe even exactly what "it" was. However, there are always a few things that will continue to turn both of us into big yellow smiley faces ... like Christmas parties, shopping and bathtub talk. Personally, I'll probably never forget the white elephant gift I landed at our Tribune Newspapers' Christmas party. My gift was interesting, and yet, indeed strange. I like to think the gift maker intended it to be some sort of survivor kit. There was a teeny tin of Fancy Feast shrimp/fish cat food and a couple of large Cadbury chocolate bars for sustenance ... a 5-pack of Extra polar ice flavor gum and a travel-size Axe deodorant for cleanliness ... and the best part ... a peppermint candy dish at the bottom of the box. Hubby suggested the only thing missing was a box of crackers to go with the cat munchies. I wish we had gone to the Tribune party first, as the survivor gift would have been perfect for the Christmas party that hubby and I attended earlier that same day. I surely would have offered it to Chris to go along with his new Pee-wee Herman bike. There is a bell and a light projection message on his spokes that spell out 'Merry Christmas. 'Oh, and a GPS," his wife Cheryl told the crowd seated around the table as we munched on the delicious Christmas goodies. My eyebrows lifted at the mention of the GPS. Apparently, it comes in mighty handy when they get lost on the greenbelt trails. Hence, the need for a survivor kit with chocolate bars and deodorant. I sat back in my chair and waited to hear about the light projection message. You really can't see it very well until it gets good and dark. The other day around dusk we had Chris going up and down the block a bunch of times with all our neighbors waiting to see the message," said Cheryl, indicating that Chris had worked up a sweat worthy of a 9-1-1 call before darkness actually struck like a hammer. I almost suggested that perhaps a defibrillator ought to be the next accessory purchased for his bike. Rick and I also reminisced about our Christmas shopping adventures. You know, I learned something about our son while power shopping," I mentioned to hubby. I had been fortunate to steal our college son away for several hours of intense shopping and learned somewhere between the calendars and travel books in the book store that Ricky actually had a strong opinion about what his dad and sisters might like for Christmas. Geez, I was the one accustomed to doing the Ã"picking out." It was that moment the light bulb clicked over into the "on" position in my head. The dude was officially elevated from pack mule to shopping buddy. Saved the bathtub talk for last. Believe me, it's not at all what ya think. I was bathing our special needs daughter and the two of us were chatting about attending Sharing Sunday at our church the next day. Every year since I can remember, parishioners have brought hundreds of wrapped gifts and food items which are distributed to about 15 needy parishes. Since we sit on the front row each Sunday, the collection of the gifts is pretty much right in our faces. Yeah, and it has also been Mimi's custom to say the word "mine" about every 10 seconds or so as the packages are brought to the front of the church. She's been doing this for about the last 15 years. Are you excited about going to Sharing Sunday?"I asked somewhere between the hair lather and rinse. "Mine," Mimi said. No sweetie, those presents will be going to people who might not get presents for Christmas," I said. "Oh," was all she said. Sharing Sunday, just like the Christmas parties and shopping, have come and gone. Sitting on the couch sipping our eggnog and reminiscing, I asked hubby if he noticed this was the first year Mimi remained silent during the bringing up of the presents. It brought big smiles to both our faces. Dixie Frantz is a Kingwood resident and newspaper columnist for the past decade. E-mail Dixie with your comments at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it..

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