Pouring my heart out and wishing a Happy Birthday to my daddy who's snug safely in my heart, and to who I dedicate this poem around All Hallows' Eve when we remember our dearly departed ones.
In Belize, there is only one season. Hot. And when that’s all you know about you do not complain. I never complained. Never. But, as I got older I became curious when at the end of the year I started noticing a pattern. First came the migrating birds and shortly after the migrating tourists. They landed on our shores; their pale faces a sure indication that they weren’t getting enough sun.
Blessed be the season. For someone who grew up with very little material possessions, and for who 'the smell of apples' still brings memories of Christmas, the carols, quotes, and poems continue to be an integral part of 'The Season.' Enjoy a selection of quotes that speak to me. Blessings on your quiet celebrations. Pay it forward.
What were your childhood Christmases like? Read about the follies of someone who had never seen a White Christmas. Nostalgic remembrances of how Father brought her and her siblings a white Christmas, and how Mother added a deeper layer of meaning.
However you celebrate today, I hope this day is a reminder of all the Thanks Living we are capable of. May the celebration of this day last you 365 days. Happy Thanks Living.