Merry Christmas!

A Very Merry Christmas 

to all my dear readers!

  

All content created by Carolyn Bush | Copyright © 2010 - 2013 | All Rights Reserved

This Grandmother's Garden | Highland, Utah, USA

Wise Men Still Seek Him

They presented Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.

These are not the gifts Jesus asks of us.

 From the treasures of our hearts
Jesus asks 
that we give of ourselves.

                                 ~Thomas Monson


All content created by Carolyn Bush | Copyright © 2010 - 2013 | All Rights Reserved
This Grandmother's Garden | Highland, Utah, USA 

Today is My Birthday...

              and I have a wish for you...

Magical Moments

filled with sweet imagination

Take a minute to sit at the base of your Christmas tree 

and stare up into the canopy of branches 

filled with sparkling ornaments and blinking lights 

and just imagine.

The simplicity of a child's imagination 

can make that little snowman come to life, 

bringing thoughts of wonder and delight.


Couldn't we use a little wonder and delight?

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

There's too much busy busy this time of year.
Slow down...
Feel the peace and joy of this beautiful season.


It's my birthday wish for you!



All content created by Carolyn Bush | Copyright © 2010 - 2013
All Rights Reserved | This Grandmother's Garden | Highland, Utah, USA 

Christmas is...

Jesus Christ

 

 

He alone can bring the  

Peace,

Hope 

and Joy 

you are seeking.

 

 May you feel of His great Love for you...

and then pass it along to others!

 

Merry Christmas! 

 

 

My Christmas Gift to You...

           I think your gonna like this...

Introducing.... and JUST released this morning...

We Three Kings

(bet you've never heard it quite like this before...)

by The Piano Guys

at Bryant Park in Times Square.

They actually got the piano there on the train...

Let me know if you like it, better yet... let them know!

Merry Almost Christmas!

  

Simplify Christmas...

Celebrate Christ!

The Spirit of Christmas

After all, isn't He the reason for the season?

By the magical light of a small Christmas candle

A little old man tries to carefully handle

The small porcelain manger which serves as a bed
For the wee Baby Jesus to lay down His head.

In wonder he brings the manger up to his view,
Smiles at the baby and whispers, “I love you!"

I love you for bringing this season of joy,
I love you for growing to a man from a boy;

For being our light and leading the way,
For being the spirit which makes Christmas Day!

                               ~ Greg Olsen

Used with permission from Greg Olsen Art Publishing, Inc.
208-888-2585 www.gregolsen.com

Click here to see more of Greg Olsen's Art.

Decking the Halls... ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪

♪ ♫   Fa la la la laaaa... la la la la!   ♪ ♫

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

My favorite time of year...

the gardens may be sleeping, 

but inside...

we're decking the halls!

JOY...

feels warm and cozy

and always shines bright.

JOY...
is deeper than happy
and so much longer lasting.

JOY...
fills my heart
in tender, quiet moments.


What brings you Christmas JOY? 

Merry Christmas!

                     

May your Christmas be filled with joy 

and love

and peace.

Remember to join me the first of each month for my 

Walk in the Gardens Challenge.

Take time to get up from behind your computer and walk about in this beautiful world we live in. 

Capture images of your walk 

and then add your link to the list that will be here on January 1st.

We'll welcome the New Year with renewed energy!

My walk will be through snow scenes of Winter as I bundle up to stay warm. 

(Think of me holding my breath as I take each shot so as not to fog up the lense 

with my frozen breath.)

Naughty or Nice...

Several of my grand-kiddos discovered these little Elves 

making mischief in the Christmas tree bows.

Lively little characters with curious expressions

that captured a three, four and six year old's imagination.

"Grandma, you have Elves at your house, too?!"

Their bright eyes sparkled with absolute wonder.

Oh, they know all about Elves... 

"they watch to see if you're naughty"

the four year old exclaimed with conviction.

"We have one at our house, Mr. Glimpse,

and every morning he's in a different place." 

chimed in the 6 year old.

"Do your elves see us Grandma?" 

the three year old asked with concern.

Oh yes, they do! I wisely replied.

And I'm certain they will tell Mr. Glimpse 

all about your weekend with Grandma.

Love those little elves... they worked their magic.

 No naughty kids here.

We just welcomed our 16th grandbaby into our hearts.

Grandchildren are God's gift to tired old mothers who persevered.

                                       ~ One who did... me!

The Wonder of Christmas...Tis the 12th Day

Change the setting on the video lower right to a smaller resolution if it pauses.

Glory to God in the Highest.

And on Earth... Peace

 Good Will Toward Men

May you feel 
Peace and Joy 
and the love of our Savior

as you celebrate his birth.

Merry Christmas!

And I'll see you next year.

Twas the Night Before Christmas

and the 11th Day.

 Our Favorite Santa Claus Story...

Always read on Christmas Eve.

Enjoy it now as Robin Williams tells it to you...

One day left of the Twelve Days of Christmas  

and one more wish to share...

tomorrow!

The Magic of Christmas... the 10th day.

Christmas lies deep within my soul. It is a cherished season that brings great joy. In our home, Christmas begins the very first of December and is always put away to slumber by the last day. But the magic of Christmas surely lingers in our home and in my heart throughout the entire month. 

I love this season of Joy.

For the past ten days I have attempted to share some of my favorite elements of Christmas, sometimes in the form of wishes for my readers. It has been my hope to touch your hearts and give gentle reminder to truly feel of the Spirit this beautiful season offers.
  
I began with JOY... 
Every Christmas tree in my home since I can remember has been graced with the word JOY.  To me it is the very essence of Christmas on so many different levels.


Imagination
The wide eyed innocence of our little ones as they dream of Christmas morning and the visit of dear old Santa Claus is a delight to behold as they truly allow their imagination to come to life.  How many of us will admit to having a childhood memory of Santa's bells ringing early in the morning of Christmas? Reason holds no explanation to the vivid memory of that encounter. Magical!


Soft and Still.. Silence
A reminder of the need we each have to slow down to enjoy. Have you?


Christmas Dreams
Dreams can only come true if we allow ourselves to dream. Dream...!


Let your Light So Shine...
This may be the greatest gift we can ever give. And yet it pales in comparison to the great gift we were given.

Silent Night, Holy Night 
We each have personal stories of Christmas's past that have changed our lives forever. This was mine.

Peace...
Where do you find it?


Scrooge Syndrome  and Lookout for Fake Santas 
surely my most favorite posts to write in this twelve Days of Christmas series.  My children grew up literally consuming the captivating facts presented by Alden Perkes in The Santa Claus book. His delightful ideas brought magic into the lives of my little scrooges and coaxed them to become true believers. And now they are passing the magic onto their own children.

Each of these elements bring such a magic to Christmas that is unrivaled by any other holiday. Our celebrations can be deeply personal or wholeheartedly universal.  That is indeed the magic of Christmas.

Two days remaining...  

The 11th day will be a beloved re-telling of a favorite Christmas story.  One that has become a tradition to read in our home each Christmas Eve.

And the 12th day of Christmas post... will truly touch your hearts as you turn your thoughts to that first Christmas morning.

May you each have a 
Most Wonderful Christmas... 

Be Merry!

On the Lookout for Fake Santas...Tis the 9th Day of Christmas

As promised in the Scrooge Syndrome post...

Here are a few pointers on how to spot a Fake Santa Claus. 

Don't misunderstand... Fake Santas are nice guys, but wouldn't you like to recognize The Real Deal when you see him? 

The Real Santa is not Skinny.

His boots and belt are always made of black leather...

no shiny rubber or black vinyl on Santa!

Santa Claus has a real beard on his chin

that really is as white as the snow. 

You can always give it a little tug just to be to be sure.

Santa's cheeks are a bit like roses 

and his nose really does resemble a cherry,

but naturally so, not from a jar of make-up.

The Real Santa wears a red wool suit trimmed in white fur 

made especially by the elves. 

There is no polyester anywhere... not even in his long-johns.

Santa's eyes really do twinkle and when he looks into yours, 
he can tell, without even asking,
if you're on the naughty list.

He has a voice so deep and calm 
 that it sends a warm feelin' all over you 
and instantly you know... 

He's The Real Deal.

And oh... how you want to be on that good list! 


*Research for this post has been gathered from The Santa Claus Book by Alden Perkes. Ph. D. S. 
who happens to be the world's leading authority on Santa Claus; 
and from the personal experience of the author of this post.

  

 Be sure to follow this link to
Track Santa on Christmas Eve 
Follow him in real time as he makes his visits around the world.
(I don't make this stuff up.)

Beware of Scrooge Syndrome on the 8th Day of Christmas

I believe in Santa Claus.

Always have and always will.
Like my mother and grandmothers before me... 
Santa is real.

It's strange but true: 

some people don't believe. 

It's hard to explain why, 

but when a person stops believing, 

he begins to suffer from  

The Scrooge Syndrome*

 

Here are the symptoms:

• A frown begins to develop around the mouth. Instead of greeting others with a cheerful smile, "Bah, Humbug!" becomes the common greeting.

• Once healthy posture soon becomes a slump and before you know it,  you have a shuffle in your walk.

• Hair begins to fall from your head. If your attitude is not corrected, baldness will set in within a matter of weeks.

• Eyes become dull and lifeless... gone is the twinkle that once was there.

• With the twinkle in the eye diminished, the non-believer becomes smelly, and not in a pleasant way.

While it is true that Scrooge Syndrome can develop in both males and females, it most often occurs in males. This could be a result of a male's minimal involvement in merriment activities such as decking the halls and such. Complaining about putting up lights is a sure sign of the onset of this syndrome. 

If someone you know is developing this malady, warn them quickly and then give them a good healthy dose of Christmas cheer before it's too late. (Singing Jingle Bells three times in a row is a quick remedy for some, but for others it may drive them further into the illness.)  My advice is to tread lightly among the non-believers.  Some may be too far gone to fix. One should know that it has been documented that non-believers die much younger than believers.


It is sad but true that Scrooge Syndrome can begin to develop as early as ten years old. It is thought that perhaps this happens because of the over abundance of well meaning but fake Santas flooding our shopping malls.

*Research for this post has been gathered from The Santa Claus Book by Alden Perkes. Ph. D. S. who happens to be the world's leading authority on Santa Claus; and from personal experience of the author of this post.

Tomorrow's post will share pointers 

on how to spot a fake Santa Claus. 

This post will be most beneficial to those young males 

who are most at risk of contacting 

Scrooge Syndrome.

Tis the 7th day of Christmas

Strolling alongside my honey through a beautiful city square 

filled with thousands of colored twinkling lights on every tree.

A Choir and Symphony Concert with beautiful and amazing arrangements of age old Christmas Hymns.

Rocking my Grandbaby to sleep 

under the lights of the Christmas Tree

Peace

I'm feeling it.

I wish everyone would slow down enough 

so that they could feel it too.

Tis the 6th Day of Christmas

Today is exactly one week before Christmas... a special day that I have marked for more years than I care to remember.  Sometimes it's best not to remember how many years... and just enjoy the moment you are in.

On this 6th day of Christmas, I choose to share a personal story. One that I hold close to my heart. It may explain why I enjoy Christmas so much and why I feel the need to share the spirit of Christmas... even here on this gardening blog.

A Christmas That Would Change My Life...Forever!

A Christmas baby… I was going to have a Christmas baby! The news made my mind spin with delight.  I was a Christmas baby, well sort of. I had been born exactly a week before Christmas and my mother had always proclaimed that I was the best Christmas present she ever received.  I loved to hear her tell of how she brought me home on Christmas day and that I was my brother’s “baby doll.” The thought of my having a real Christmas baby was better than any vision of sugar plums, though the thought did seem to dance in my head.

Dr. Chris looked at me with quiet resolve. “Hmm-m-m… December 25th.  Let’s make that December 26th, I’ve never delivered a baby on Christmas in all these years.  We’ll plan on the 26th.”  I understood why he may not want to interrupt his holiday to deliver a baby, but I smiled back with my own quiet resolve.  My baby would be born on Christmas.

Christmas morning we arose early to two little ones with bright eyes of Christmas delight.  Nathan, three, and Lexi, twenty months, kept us busy as we discovered what Santa had left under the tree and one by one unwrapped our gifts.  I was still certain that this would be the day my Christmas baby would be born..

Soon, it was time to make the drive to Grandma's house for the family Christmas party.  I quietly packed two suitcases, one for Nathan and Lexi, with several days clothing, and one for me, with the things I would need at the hospital and sweet tiny clothes for my new little baby.  Dr. Chris had assured me days earlier that we were on track for a “day after Christmas baby.” Determined to prove him wrong, I simply replied,  “Have a Merry Christmas!”   I knew in my heart that I was going to deliver a Christmas baby.

The drive to Grandma’s was especially long.  Little arms and legs were tired of being in such cramped quarters and were causing me such discomfort.  I would gently rub the protrusion on my bulging stomach until the little limb would pull back, giving me temporary relief until the next time.  My family each expressed surprise at seeing me as we joined the Christmas party, they thought I surely would have delivered by then.  I assured them that all was well. 

Precisely at 4:00 p.m.  I began to feel contractions. We were in the middle of opening presents when I whispered to my husband to help me time them.  Within an hour the contractions were quite regular and I became very much aware that I was a such long way from my doctor and the hospital.  I quietly but emphatically announced that we would be leaving for the hospital.  Now.

“Can you wait for something to eat?” someone queried as they realized dinner was about to be served.

“No, we’re going now” I softly replied between contractions as I directed Mark to get the kids suitcase from the car. Grandma was surprised to discover that we were so prepared and had thought to bring a suitcase for my little ones.  Of course, I knew that everything was working according to plan. 

The drive was especially long for Mark.  My contractions were getting longer and more frequent, I was sure that he was becoming more and more concerned.  It was a 2 hour drive to the hospital.  We finally arrived with little time to spare.   Dr. Chris greeted us, somewhat relieved that we had waited until evening, giving him time to spend Christmas with his family.  He asked me how my day had been and I replied that the only part of Christmas that I missed was Christmas dinner.  The labor progressed well, just as we had anticipated and at exactly 9:00 p.m. my Christmas baby was born.

His cry pierced the quiet hush of the “Silent Night."   "A boy" the doctor proclaimed with a twinkle in his eye. And he has ten fingers and ten little toes. I smiled with quiet contemplation as I realized that indeed all was well.

Later that night, my beautiful little boy was  brought to me, all clean and warm and snugly in a Christmas stocking, and sleeping soundly I might add.  I gazed into his perfect little face and pondered on the night’s experience.  It was Christmas night, a sacred, holy night.   I looked through my window at the new fallen snow below. All was calm and all was bright.  I couldn’t help but wonder about the night our Savior was born so long ago. Tears filled my eyes as I compared my conditions in this clean and quiet hospital room with the manger of the Savior’s birth.  There was no sound of animals, no straw surrounding me as I cradled my son within my arms, but the room was filled with a wonder and peace that filled my soul. That night I felt a closeness that returns to me each time I hear the song “Silent Night, Holy Night”.  A Christmas baby... I had given birth to a Christmas baby and it changed my life forever.

 I've now made it halfway through 

my Twelve Days of Christmas theme, 

another reason to celebrate.

Tis the 5th Day of Christmas

my wish for you this day...

Let Your Light So Shine



It's the last weekend before Christmas for shopping... 
so much to do, so much to do.

The lines will be long 
and some people are bound to be grumpy grumpy.


Some people 
are just too busy busy.

And sometimes... and sometimes people are not very nice.
Sometimes people forget...

Listen to the voice of this sweet little angel 
as she explains the situation in her own words.
She reminds us of the real meaning of Christmas:
 

May we all 

R♥E♥M♥E♥M♥B♥E♥R

the reason for this season

(and maybe be a littler nicer.)

Tis the 4th Day of Christmas...

and here's another wish for you...

 May all your Christmas dreams come true.

“Dreams are like stars...

you may never touch them, 

but if you follow them 

they will lead you to your destiny.”

Tis the 3rd Day of Christmas

and I've another wish for you...

Soft and Still...

Silence

Christmas is much like a grand Symphony in our large family and I am always the conductor.  In preparation for the grand performance on Christmas morning, the perfect live tree must be found and decorated, halls must be decked with boughs of holly, shopping lists made and checked off twice, stockings hung and filled with treats to delight, delicious food must be ready to serve, and oh, I'm also the one who's job it is to make those visions of sugar plums become reality. 

So many to care for, so much to do... and it all must be done before Christmas morning when the grand Symphony is performed, ready or not. 

In all your busy-ness this holiday season, set aside time for yourself. Find a quiet place, put your feet up and listen to the silence. I'm talking still soft silence of a winters morning. Your sense of peace and happiness will be the key note of the grand performance on Christmas morning. Enjoy the Symphony!

This is my wish for each of you.

It's The First Day of Christmas...

and here's my wish for you...

JOY

Life's greatest joy is found in giving joy to others.

When my children were young people would always ask them "What are you getting for Christmas?" Their eyes would dance as they thought of all the gifts they hoped would be found under the tree on Christmas morning. Knowing I could never make all their wishes come true, I would quickly ask, "What are you giving for Christmas?"  This was a much harder question to answer, but one that would make them think. Their thinking always led to hustling and bustling and secret stuff behind closed bedroom doors as they made gifts for each other. Christmas took on new meaning for them as they anticipated giving their gifts.

In my lifetime of living, I have learned that 

 It's what you give not get 

that brings us Christmas joy. 

May you each feel the joy of giving

this Christmas season.