Monday Morning Coffee – Tis 2 Nights Before Christmas

Tis two nights before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children are nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums dance in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Have just engaged our brains from our long winter’s nap.

We know that in just 2 nights, out on the lawn there will arise such a clatter, We’ll spring from the bed to see what’s the matter. (As we do EVERY Christmas). Away to the window I’ll fly like a flash and Tear open the shutters and throw up the sash.

. . . and so the story goes.

Each year, we enter this Christmas season and probably experience every human emotion imaginable in the relatively short period of a couple of weeks.

Will we buy the right gifts?

Will we receive the right gifts?

Will everyone who comes to our party have FUN?

Is there ENOUGH?

 The stress that ensues isn’t necessary. Any pressure we feel is self-imposed.

Yesterday, our Priest’s Homily addressed these very issues. Of course, I’m interpreting his intent as filtered through my own current experience 🙂

His question was: “What does God NEED from us?

The answer was: “NOTHING!

The follow-on question was: “What does god WANT from us?

The answer was simple: “God wants us to be the best of who we are.

In other words, be YOURSELF in ALL of your own personal glory . . . THAT’S what God wants.

Being yourself is Honoring God’s wishes and intent to the fullest.

“The reason for the season” then (IMHO) has EVERYTHING to do with being MORE of YOU and LESS of who who you think other people want you to be. Most of the worry and stress that appears every year during this season comes from some pathological notion within us that causes us to frame everything – our whole existence – around our ideas about what everybody ELSE wants . . . with minimal regard for honoring SELF.

So . . . This may be too little too late because odds are good the horse is already out of the barn with respect to your gift purchasing for other people, BUT . . . try this:

Stop struggling through the holiday worrying so much about what other people WANT and focus more on what they NEED.

Buy practical gifts that help them follow their passions/Hearts . . . Things they NEED as they work to fulfill their purpose (What God Wants of them).

The physical gifts, though, are incidental in comparison to what Family, Friends, and acquaintances need most from you which is nothing different than what God wants . . . Simply . . . for you to be YOU!



Take appropriate action with HEART.

Be truthful to yourself and others.

Let go of all the rest.

Because I Started it . . . I’ve gotta finish the story.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

I wish for you the BEST, STRESS FREE Christmas EVER!


I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that if what you need in 2014 includes the purchase or sale of a house, Your needs align very well with mine as I follow my heart through consulting Home Buyers, Sellers, and Real Estate Sales Professionals.

I stand poised and ready to serve @ ALL Things Real Estate.

Let’s connect soon to talk about how and when 🙂

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