When I say Merry Christmas

Merry Christma

Yesterday, Don and I did some Christmas shopping. When at the store, the checker was telling the customer ahead of us “Merry Christmas” and then when on a tangent on how she will say Merry Christmas until the day she dies—she was quite emphatic and…well, it sounded more political than in the spirit of Christmas.

I’ve been noticing numerous memes on Facebook about how friends are “taking back” Christmas and will say Merry Christmas instead of Happy Holiday or Season’s Greetings. Quite frankly, I didn’t realize someone had imposed a law against saying Merry Christmas, for which we are now revolting against.

When I used to send out Christmas cards (something that we don’t seem to do much these days) I typically chose cards that said “Happy Holidays” or “Season’s Greetings.” Not because I thought it was politically correct—in those days I don’t think politically correct was a thing. I chose those cards because I wanted the greeting to be inclusive to all the recipients on my Christmas card list, and some of those I sent cards to didn’t necessarily celebrate Christmas.

Does this mean I thought it wrong or rude of my friends to send out Merry Christmas cards? Absolutely not. I felt they had the right to extend their greeting their way, as I had the right to extend mine.

There is another meme going around which I particularly like this year. It basically says they won’t care what greeting you tell them—Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Holidays or whatever—they will just be happy you took a moment to say something nice to them.

I don’t think the Christmas spirit is about extending a greeting in a combative, just-watch-me, take-this, manner. Christmas, to me, is about reaching out and showing the love. For me, it’s not the greeting that matters—it is the spirit in which the greeting is delivered.

Merry Christmas.

Book signing in Havasu this coming Saturday!


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Well, technically speaking it is the annual Shopping Extravaganza, sponsored by the Women’s Network Exchange of Arizona. It’s happening at the Aquatic Center, and I’ll be there with some of my paperback book. I don’t usually do the book fair thing–or book signings–but I thought this might be fun, and give me a chance to get out around people.

So if you happen to be in Havasu this coming Saturday, stop by the Aquatic Center and say hi! I will also be handing out recipe cards for the famous Road’s End Cooler, aka The Green Thing. It is something of a legend in this area–a cocktail made famous at my parent’s Road’s End Restaurant, and later featured at our Copper Mine Restaurant.

Hope to see you there!

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

Christmas SeasonInstead of writing, Don and I spent the afternoon decorating for Christmas. It reminded me of one of the (many) reasons I love my husband. Don’s sentimental and traditional, and he loves getting out the Christmas decorations each year. Of course, ever since we got the pre-lit artificial tree, it makes it easier for him to love.

We both miss a live tree, especially the scent of pine. But it’s dry in Arizona, and live trees don’t fare well here. The risk of a fire simply isn’t worth it to me.

I’m determined to slow down and enjoy the Christmas season. Seems like it comes quickly each year, while I’m engrossed with other matters of life, and it slips by with minimal fanfare. Last year, I was dealing with a breast cancer diagnosis and surgery in early December. Hardly the stuff to get one in the Christmas spirit.

This year I’m feeling pretty good, and I intend to savor the season.

It’s also the perfect time to read The Ghost Who Came for Christmas–but if you haven’t yet read books 1 through 5 in the Haunting Danielle series, you might want to do that first. While each book in the series is a standalone story, they are told in chronological order, and I believe readers enjoy the books more if read in order.