Christmas holidays brings out the child in me. A glimpse of Christmas past must have been at the heart of my buying this old pair of wooden Dutch shoes at a neighborhood yard sale. Memories of the tulip fields of Holland, canals and windmills, and a love for cheese made it a done deal.
In an attempt to dress up the hardwood shoes, I wiped the natural wood with a good dose of lemon oil. To my dismay, dark streaks were not the look I was after. Regrettably, I wished I had searched on line before my quick application.
Too late now, I put the pair in the sunlight on the baker's rack where they could get toasty dry. Soon the oil had blended in a more solid hue just in time for Christmas, and they made great boats for my childhood Christmas tree elves.
Getting swept up in the holiday decorations, I found my mother's old Santa Claus stocking. It was our first Christmas without her. Just for fun, I ran my hand down deep inside the sock. I felt a small piece of paper at the toe, and playfully wondered if Mom had a message for me from the other side.
When I opened my hand, I laughed at the foiled wrapper of a Hershey's chocolate Kiss. The chocolate was long gone, but the little banner "Kiss" was just the stocking stuffer I needed. Thank you, Mom.
Enjoy your day with the Angels.
Love and blessings,
Rae Karen
