Dear Nanny at Christmas Time..

Dear Nanny,

The fire truck just came down the block with Santa riding on the back. I immediately thought of you. How you would wait and wait for him to come. And as soon as you heard the sirens you were at that front door. You made us excited for the Santa sighting.

Well, Tom and I heard the sirens. And i jumped from the table and grabbed Taco and ran to the door. Tom followed. He gave the firetruck the thumbs up while I waved my hand, then handed him Taco and grabbed the camera. Sure, we looked kind of silly. But I don't care. It was fun.

You taught me so much about fun. How it was ok to be silly. And how to laugh. I am such your clone now. Sure, in my early adult years I tried to be all mannered and cool, but those days are gone. Now, I'm the loud lady yelling out the front door at Santa. The chic with the pots and pans banging on New Years Eve. And I love myself for it.

Thank you, Nanny for making the traditions I will never let go off...because they are now part of me.

xoxoxox

"Stuff"

Sometimes the "stuff" you collect isn't about the "stuff". It's about the meaning behind it.

Sure, the memories are really what you are really holding on to. But, if the "stuff", allows you to feel closer to the memory, then I say hold on to it.

This piece was inspired by a vase of my Nanny's, that I wish I had today.

Oh, Nanny.

Oh, Nanny.

I miss you something terrible.

As Christmas Eve gets closer, you are all over my world. Food, stores, decorations, music...your everywhere.

You were Christmas Eve. You were the excitement. The reason I counted down the days till Christmas vacation.

I couldn't wait to get to your house on Christmas Eve. Candy, presents, Chipmunks singing. Lights, color and fun. You were a big kid yourself, so you made the perfect grandmother.

I think about you all the time. How you made me laugh. How we would bicker like an old married couple. And how I wish I could see you and eat with you and talk to you and laugh with you.

You were the magic in my holiday.

I feel so bittersweet at Christmas. I know the beauty of it all. But, I feel sometimes like I want to skip it. Maybe because it doesn't feel right. Or maybe it's because I can't see you. I'm not sure. I just know that I don't feel the way I used to feel about the holidays.

My tree is silver.

I look on Ebay for plastic, popcorn ornaments.

I am searching for that little silver ball that chirped like a bird that you used to have.

I have the chipmunks cd.

But, it's just not the same.


Cause, I'm missing you.


You are my #1.
xoxox
jenn