North of Whoville

December 9th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor
“It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags”.
Another holiday season is upon us. Boxes of Christmas cards are stacked on the kitchen table awaiting the right moment to wish friends and relatives Glad Tidings. Favorite cookie recipes are pressed between the pages of long used cook books, some smudged with the ingredients of years gone by. Ornaments once adorning the family trees of grandparents long passed dangle from a pine bough in the bay window. Yes, Christmas, in all of its sentimental semi-permanence, is coming…..whether we like it, or not. We can either make preparations as we have always done, or we can choose to hide; pretend it doesn’t exist.
I love Christmas. I do. But not this year. And not last year. Or the year before that. It’s a reflective time that makes me teary eyed and sad, like watching an old movie where the ending is supposed to be happy, but it never quite gets to that part. Maybe I fell asleep and just have to rewind. I feel a little like Dorothy in Oz – the wizard is doling out all the things we’re seemingly lacking but when it’s her turn she says, “I don’t think there’s anything in that bag for me”. Searching for home in its most basic form is not always easy.
I think a lot of us struggle these days with trying to find our sense of home or recapture the essence of it; what it was that made us feel comfortable and loved. The warmth we felt as children and in the security of that foundation we lovingly call “home”. Some of us are struggling to keep our homes, or have lost our homes to the recent floods in the area. While the storm has passed, we are still unrecovered and may be so for a long time to come. So it is, in our personal storm of day to day living. But the homing pigeon always finds his way back. He uses his inner compass. That compass is called “hope”.
In our search for home, or in the substance of self, we need to stop and get our bearings. Re-evaluate and perhaps even reinvent ourselves. These are tough times. This is not the world of our grandparents or even our parents. Loss of job and home are all too real and scary. There’s no one there to make it all better. Only you yourself. A pick yourself up by the bootstraps even if you don’t have any shoes generation.
In the spirit of giving, I wish each of you HOPE.
And Glad Tidings to come.
The wreath is on the door. The house is quiet. I sit, pen in hand, and scribble off a few words in a Christmas card. And wish for you, my friend, at the crossroads, a sign pointing towards home. We’re too far north of Whoville.
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4 Responses to “North of Whoville”

  1. chip Says:

    I’m surprised and a bit confused. You say to love Christmas, but not this year and not last year; so when did you and when did you stop?
    I know there are many people that love the holiday season and yet, develop a sort of depression or holiday blues. As you state, it’s a matter of expectation. We expect it to live up to the hype, but when nothing magical seems to stir within, we drop into that negativity. Then there are those of us who did love the holiday when they were able to enjoy it with family…………………..until they were taken from us. From that point on, it was bitterness and sadness instead of joy and celebration. I’m the bah-humbug type. I do what I must for the holiday and absolutely no more. It takes all I can muster to just get through it. I don’t mean to rush my life away, but the best part of the holiday is January 2nd when it’s all finished.
    Despite all this, Happy Holidays to you, Michael and your furry kids. My condolences on the loss of your bunny.

  2. magdalena Says:

    Thanks, Chip. I’m not into Christmas hype. I love the feeling that the season evokes, in the smell of freshly baked goodies and the scent of evergreen, and watching the Scrooge classics – it makes me feel like a kid again. What changed over the years are the family members missing from the picture. The core of what makes a house a home.

  3. RICK Says:

    Merry Christmas everyone and a Happy New Year!

  4. magdalena Says:

    Merry Christmas to all. Greetings all around. May the year to come bring nothing but good things.

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