Joy To The World

Joy to the World is such a BIG statement.  Joy to the world, the whole world and nothing but the world.  Every beauty pageant entrant ever in the history of the world has wished for nothing less.  Good luck to them, I say.

You've heard the saying "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"... well I think you could also transfer that statement to "Joy is in the eye of the beholder".  I've got so many fabulous, wonderful, gorgeous friends, but we are definitely not the same when it comes to joy-bringing.  I have one super crazy friend who likes nothing more than to get sweaty in the gym - frequently and/or continuously.  Yuck!  Defo not my idea of joy.  Another friend, a gorgeous piece of humanity on this earth loves gardening - digging and planting and toiling in the midday sun.  Yucko!!!  I have grass in my yard (which my husband takes care of) and dead plants in my house.  Gardening... not my shizzle thanks. 

Then there's Nat.  Nat is a peach and I love her to bits.  I told Nat I would dedicate my next blog to her, because she's one of my biggest, loudest and proudest supporters.  Nat's idea of joy is to dress up every day in her Super Woman cape and save lives.  Of course, Nat decided to become an Ambo because she's so goddamn perfect.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous (not too much, anyway) because that's HER joy (her shizzle, if you will).

I'm sure at times it's not so joyous to patch people up on the side of the road or have somebody die in your arms.  But for Super Men and Women like Nat - it's saving  the lives that's joyous and seeing them back safely to their families.  I, however enjoy grilling Nat about all the gory details.  Being the perfect Super Woman she is, it's very difficult to get details from her.

I couldn't take on that responsibility.  It's not the blood - sheesh, having two boys I see blood daily.  It's the PRESSURE.  I would crack under the pressure like a Macadamia nut having a tussle with a hammer.  I don't do stress well - I get all shrieky and breathless and cross-eyed.  Not a good look when you're trying to deliver a woman's baby in the back seat of a car or trying to rescue a cat out of a tree - oh no, that's Fireman Sam.

Speaking of cats - that's Nat's one big downfall.  She's a cat person (could you read the derision in my typing?).  However, the one saving grace is she keeps it in a cage.  Ha!  Take that cat.

Now you've heard all about my crazy, kooky friends you're probably wondering why I've given you an in-depth report on the people in my life?  Pushy...

My point is that wishing joy to the whole world may be a bit out of reach this Christmas.  Maybe we need to start closer to home and start *accepting* people's joy.  If Barry enjoys wearing his wife's underwear who are you to judge?  If Jennifer and Hazel want to get married why should you care?  It's not your life.  What about Greg and Barry (different Barry) wanting to adopt a baby from China?  I'm sure little Chow Li will appreciate living a life of comparative luxury with two people who love him/her very much.

I know people don't change their world views overnight (if ever), however my opinion is that if it's not hurting anybody and doesn't affect your life - chill out. Go and grab a soft-serve ice cream.  Nobody can be angry or upset eating an ice cream in a cone.  Not possible.

That's my soapbox speech for this year.  I didn't mean to offend anybody and if I did I apologise, but your opinions aren't my opinions and we're both entitled to have them.  I'm just lucky enough to have this blog as a way to vent.  They're free from blogspot.com if you're jealous and want to vent yourself.  I'll tell you, it's cheaper than paying a Psychologist!

That's me for today.  Hopefully I'll talk to you again before Christmas, but if not, have a wonderful Christmas and I hope you and your family stay safe.

Cheers

I'm all toasty inside. And I'm leaking.

Christmas.  I loves it I tells 'ya.

I didn't always... I mean, I did, then I didn't now I do again.

For a few years there I found Christmas to be tacky and overbearing and busy busy busy.

I think it had something to do with my Mum dying several years ago.  How could it be Christmas without Mum?  She was the driving force behind it all.  She was the tree decorator, and the fudge maker, and the carol singer.  I guess I became a bit of a Grinch for a while.

This year I'm watching my boys and I've realised THIS is what it's all about.  Finally, I don't care if I receive a single present.  It's not about me, it's about them, and as long as I can pass on the love and joy and magic of Christmas... just like my Mum did... then I'll be happy.  And THAT my friend, is the Christmas Spirit.  To me, anyway.

Don't get me wrong.  I still can't listen to Silver Bells by Bing Crosby without tearing up.  It isn't an "easy" time of year, but I can't wait for Christmas Eve to come around.  To read The Night Before Christmas to my boys, tuck them into bed and remind them to fall fast asleep.  Then to share Christmas morning with them and see their faces light up.

Remember that feeling when you were a child?  A little big of magic had visited you in the night!!! The most famous man in the whole wide world had actually come into your bedroom and left you a present.  THE Santa Claus.  Wow.  For the next few years these two precious boys will believe in magic and this one night of the year is proof that it exists.

I'm sorry I haven't written and visited you for a while.  Running a small business is hard, but that too, is magic for me.  Knowing that I'm sending gorgeous presents to wonderful people puts a smile on my face.  Hopefully I'll be able to share more with you in 2012.

But for now, I'm going to watch The Grinch with my two boys, my niece, my sister and my Dad.  Yes, I'll tear up but I'll smile more because I'm so going to relate.  I think my heart has grown two sizes this year.

Merry Christmas and have a safe and happy holiday
xoxo