All I Want for Christmas is...
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It's Christmas eve and I'm reminded of Christmases past. In my family, we'd open gifts after a turkey dinner by a candle-lit tree on Christmas eve. We'd have more gifts and another turkey dinner with close friends the next day. It looked idyllic from the outside: an abundance of shiny pretty things, of baking cookies with my mom, of pine needle scents and snow angels. We'd trundle off to church for a twice yearly visit. God was like an old relative you'd visit once in a blue moon out of obligation. Today, have no tree, gifts or turkey, but I do have God smack in the middle of my heart. Before you feel sorry for me, don't. I'm exactly where I want to be. I'm married to a Jewish vegetarian, so no tree or turkey. The truth is, I feel relieved not having to go to a big family dinner this year. The older I get, I have less patience for pretense, phoniness and fake smiles. Maybe I'll celebrate differently next year, but it's perfect for now. And gifts? I feel the abundance of the universe smiling on me. My favorite things are unexpected: a poem written for me, a surprise trip, a smile of gratitude. And today, my favorite gift is one I share with you. I found this sketchbook pictured above and I opened it up in the middle. There, spread over both pages, was a drawing of a poinsettia I'd drawn from life years ago. It was from another life with another husband, and I marveled at how life unfolds in unexpected and yet perfect ways. This year, for the first time ever, I'd forgotten to buy my usual poinsettias, but it turns out I received one anyway.
This year, whatever religion you follow, or traditions you may practice, open your heart and be ready for the magic of the unexpected. There are gifts waiting to be unwrapped from both abundance and loss, joy and even tragedy. Enjoy all of it.
I feel a song coming on. Trust me, you don't want to hear me sing, but this soulful, Zen Buddhist Jew from my home town of Montreal sings what I'm feeling and that is Hallelujah, it's a wonderful life!

It's Christmas eve and I'm reminded of Christmases past. In my family, we'd open gifts after a turkey dinner by a candle-lit tree on Christmas eve. We'd have more gifts and another turkey dinner with close friends the next day. It looked idyllic from the outside: an abundance of shiny pretty things, of baking cookies with my mom, of pine needle scents and snow angels. We'd trundle off to church for a twice yearly visit. God was like an old relative you'd visit once in a blue moon out of obligation. Today, have no tree, gifts or turkey, but I do have God smack in the middle of my heart. Before you feel sorry for me, don't. I'm exactly where I want to be. I'm married to a Jewish vegetarian, so no tree or turkey. The truth is, I feel relieved not having to go to a big family dinner this year. The older I get, I have less patience for pretense, phoniness and fake smiles. Maybe I'll celebrate differently next year, but it's perfect for now. And gifts? I feel the abundance of the universe smiling on me. My favorite things are unexpected: a poem written for me, a surprise trip, a smile of gratitude. And today, my favorite gift is one I share with you. I found this sketchbook pictured above and I opened it up in the middle. There, spread over both pages, was a drawing of a poinsettia I'd drawn from life years ago. It was from another life with another husband, and I marveled at how life unfolds in unexpected and yet perfect ways. This year, for the first time ever, I'd forgotten to buy my usual poinsettias, but it turns out I received one anyway.
This year, whatever religion you follow, or traditions you may practice, open your heart and be ready for the magic of the unexpected. There are gifts waiting to be unwrapped from both abundance and loss, joy and even tragedy. Enjoy all of it.
I feel a song coming on. Trust me, you don't want to hear me sing, but this soulful, Zen Buddhist Jew from my home town of Montreal sings what I'm feeling and that is Hallelujah, it's a wonderful life!




Unexpected joy. Thank-you!
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Layla,
So beautiful! We really DO have so much in common! Hey, I didn't know you were from Montreal. Not sure if I told you but I am from Thunder Bay Ontario but lived in Toronto for many years before LA. xo
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Thanks! Small world. I've live in Toronto as well.
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Ah, the Cohen version of his own song. I am still listening to the Buckley version. Cohen words and music always amaze me.
I wanted to meet him, but I think he had left by the time I got there. Or maybe not...I do know people who did meet him.
I used to wonder if I would just happen to see him...
Whatever traditions give us pleasure is what we should do.
I spent 6 hours yesterday driving son around in traffic. That was 50 miles.
A few more errands today...and to finish...I do try to keep things simple, like not making the meat dish for the holiday dinner... I get that from the store...
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Solstice (of a few days ago) and Season's Greetings.
Your artwork is so beautiful...Did you ever work as a graphic designer?
I bought a pointsettia this year; fortunately, the cats are not eating it. They did eat it a couple of years ago. Not fatally toxic, as once believed, but cats can throw up. I rarely bring any flowers or plants into the house, because one or both of them will eat it.
The best to you, Layla.
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Thanks for the LC reminder. Enjoy and keep it simple!
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Layla, my luv, your words and thoughts get me in the gut over and over again!! And then you gave us all the gift of one of Leonard Cohen's most magnificent hymns. You are truly remarkable.
xxxx
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(((hugs)))
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Love Cohen's song!
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