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Thursday, December 8th, 2011

Recently, I made a quilt block in tribute to Clara Barton, the dedicated battlefield nurse who served during the Civil War. Today, her memory is revered by those who have read of her exemplary self-sacrifice and dedication to the welfare of “her” soldiers.

Clara Barton quilt block
A red and green block made by Patricia Cummings

In an upcoming issue of magazine, you will be able to read an article that I wrote about Clara, having been inspired by all of my readings about her work. In the meantime, and since this quilt block is not featured in the article, I thought I’d share it with you today. To me, the colors of red and green symbolize hope and eternal renewal. The holly plant and the poinsettia are just two traditional Christmas plants that carry out that color scheme.

The block was originally designed by a quilt shop owner in Wisconsin circa 1930. Enjoy!

Patricia Cummings

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Saturday, December 25th, 2010

Christmas postcard

Merry Christmas to all!

Pat and Jim

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Sunday, December 5th, 2010

Instead of the usual elevator music in public places, this time of year one can hear the strains of “It’s a Holly, Jolly Christmas – It’s the Best Time of the Year.” Is it really and if so, exactly for whom? I have lived through many a Christmas season. If you enjoy everything to do with Christmas, then you must stop reading this blog right now! This is a little more nitty-gritty than a superfluous, la, la, la, the Christmas bells are ringing, blog.

My memories of Christmas are tainted, although I, too, try to conjure up pleasant recollections. I recall the hassle of last minute shopping, when I was a child, and mother dragged me along to the downtown stores in Manchester, you know, the ones where she had established a line of credit. That was before the widespread use of “credit cards.” We would meet other relatives who had left their shopping until Christmas Eve and we would be stuck in a rush of shoppers grabbing up gloves and scarves for gifts, before facing the bitter cold of Elm Street where cold air blows right through from north to south.

I remember being dragged to Midnight Mass. Yes, the church was lovely, the manger scene idyllic, the poinsettias a beautiful and traditional touch. I would just about gag to death as the priest walked up and down the aisle, disseminating incense into the air and if that didn’t kill me, then the combined heavy perfume and smell of mothballs from coats just resurrected from storage, nearly would do me in. Driving home, we would see a few houses still lit up at that time of the night, and one that was extraordinarily dukied out.

The biggest intrusion into my world was the arrival of relatives whom I really did not know well, hardly ever seeing them at any other time of the year. There were two kinds: complainers and braggers, just like the folks who use Christmas cards to give a complete rundown of their gargantuan accomplishments, additions to their families, and travel activities of the previous year. I always ask myself, “Do I really need to know any of this, if I did not find out these points of interest during the year?” (Sorry).

Amid the overcooked drumstick, the socks that do not fit even though the package says “one sizes fits all,” and the cat who gets the notion to climb to the top of its personal indoor tree, there is a message lurking. For Christians, it is supposed to be a message of peace, that ever elusive entity that can be gone in a flash. The other part of the Christmas message is “good will toward men.” It is a nice concept and one that escapes most of us, a good part of the time, if we are at all truthful with ourselves.

I try very hard to put up the pretense of enjoying Christmas, or any other holiday for that matter. The fact is simple, I do not, and I can’t tell you why or when I stopped looking forward to special days. Perhaps it has to do with family matters, issues that cannot be resolved and some that will never be “fixed,” as well as the realization that all but one of the members of my family of origin are dead, and the one living member is distant in both spatial and cerebral entities.

We will do Christmas things, going through the motions. I’ve come to the conclusion that the real joy of Christmas cannot be found under a tree; it has to found in one’s heart. I am still hoping to make that connection.

There are songs, recipes, patterns and other files related to Christmas on this blog and on my main website:

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Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

As a child, how I loved Christmas. I was one of those duped kids who really believed in Santa Claus, and I know my brothers, particularly one of them, was convinced, too. He would report hearing the hooves of Santa’s reindeer on the roof. Bleary-eyed, he would creep down the stairs, always wanting to be the first to attack the presents. This was done to the astonishment of my parents who, at some ungodly hour of the morning, had just succeeded in wrapping presents for their four children and getting them under the tree.

The anty has been upped! Think of recent events when people were trampled and some killed in the name of getting a bargain as soon as the doors of a store opened. Black Friday has become an American institution and it does seem like a very good time to get “deals.” What does the ability of merchants to make a hefty profit with discounted items say about the mark-up prices in the first place? Hmm…

Now, I am far from being a Scrooge but I love Christmas for reasons other than gift giving or receiving. I have found it a chore to buy presents for people I never or hardly ever see. I don’t know what they need or want, and writing a check seems like even more of a sacrifice and a cold gesture. Likewise, I have hung onto “gifted clothing” that is inevitably too small. So, the cute tee-shirt, the cozy robe, wait to redistributed to someone, somewhere. Unless a miracle happens, I will never fit into them. I appreciate the “thought.”

Let’s fact it. Most Americans manage to get the material goods they need or want, perhaps not immediately, if their eyes exceed the ability of their pocketbook. And, think of this: If you buy your bargains with a credit card, but have no plans to pay off that credit card within the month, you are not only mortgaging your future, you have no “bargain” at all by the time interest is added!

When I think of Christmas, I anticipate listening to uplifting music. I envision looking across snowy fields and seeing male Cardinals against the backdrop of a white landscape. I enjoy seeing Gingerbread Houses, in all their creativity, appearing on the covers of magazines in the grocery store. I look forward to hearing Bing Crosby sing “White Christmas” and seeing Jimmy Stewart in his movie, “It’s A Beautiful Life,” that has become a classic. I can’t wait to make my family’s traditional Austrian “Stollen,” a sweet bread made with yeast and loaded with candied fruit, nuts, and raisins and topped with a drizzle of frosting. It is always fun to decorate the tree and revisit other Christmas decorations, and it is enjoyable to get out the family Christmas album and visit Christmas past. None of these activities involve fighting the crowds in a heated store.

Jesus Christ was born in a lowly manger with cattle lowing and wise men seeking Him. Being God, (in my belief system) he envisioned the madness that the world would become: an insane quest for material goods and limited attention paid to being decent and kindly toward humankind. Christmas is a holiday for all to enjoy. In the past, the Jewish people were merchants and many still are. That is historical fact, not a statement steeped in prejudice. My own great grandmother was an Austrian Jew. I am mentioning the situation because Jewish merchants directly benefit from the holiday although they do not ascribe to the belief system that engenders it. Perhaps the Chinese are the ones who are really “cleaning up,” with the sale of all of their imported goods.

Wherever you are, whatever you are do, take a moment to think about your own life and consider what Christmas means to you. If you are a Christian, live up to the name. Above all, keep Christmas in your heart. There is so much to love about the holiday, once it is put into perspective, and particularly when the focus is taken off of “shopping” for lavish gifts and ones that are beyond one’s budget.

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Monday, December 14th, 2009

Christmas ornaments are just like jelly beans. You can never have just one. What do you have when you have two or three? Why, you have the beginning of a collection. Every year, I look forward to seeing the ornaments that have been so carefully packed away in acid free paper for a year. I carefully unwrap each one and place a hook on it. Some of the older ones are too fragile to remove hooks, so those stay year round.

This year I decided to take an inventory of the ornaments and create a pictorial essay in the form of a slideshow for the web so that you can see them, too. Today, after four days of doing photo edits on the more than 200 images that Jim took, I asked him to create a slideshow format, the first time we have done anything like this. I am pleased to say that you may now view our new file that consists of .

Enjoy the show!

Patricia and James Cummings

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Sunday, November 29th, 2009

The Christmas season is upon us. How do I know this? Why, the neighbors have strung their Christmas lights and turned them on, Christmas music is playing in restaurants, and Christmas specials are already airing on PBS. This afternoon, I was treated to a beautiful rendition of “White Christmas” on TV, by an Italian tenor; and earlier, a virtual trip to France, Germany and Italy, the footage shot during past holidays there.

antique Bluework - collection of Patricia Cummings

Antique Bluework Embroidery – collection of Patricia Cummings – This piece is featured in the Song file, “Los Peces en el Rio”

As a Christian, I enjoy the Christmas story of Bethlehem, Christmas carols, and long-standing family Christmas traditions. In my family that blends distinct cultures, I enjoy my husband’s French-Canadian tradition of making “sildenafil citrate pills” for our Christmas Eve meal. My mother always made a White Cake with Buttercream Frosting, sprinkled with Coconut, and “sildenafil citrate pills,” an Austrian recipe passed down her matrilineal line.

At home, we always had a sprig of Mistletoe in the living room, hanging from a beam, as well as a Christmas Tree. At one time, Mother had a little device with a battery. She could turn it on and it sounded like a bird. To accompany the sound, she placed a “bird” ornament on a branch. She was the queen of stocking fillers, and got quite innovative in seeking out fun things for “Santa” to leave. I have good childhood memories of Christmas.

I love to make Christmas presents, a trend that has continued since childhood. I’ve made all sorts of things: crocheted afghans, baby sweaters, clothes, homemade cards, Christmas cookies, and later, quilts and ornaments. I love to make gifts! At this time of the year, when I can avoid shopping in stores, I do! In my opinion, gifts should come from the heart. It doesn’t matter what they cost. It just matters that they are NOT an obligation.

In giving of ourselves, we celebrate the true nature and meaning of Christmas. Christians believe that Jesus came into the world to die, as a sacrifice to the Father, in atonement for the sins of Mankind. Jesus, “King of the Jews,” shine on us and bless our ways in this Season of Light!

Today, I don’t understand why Christmas has become so commercial. Last year, a man was trampled to death as mad crowds ran over his body to get to their desired consummable goods. This year, brawls broke out in some Walmart stores across the country as people grabbed for the same, limited merchandise. Some of those stores were shut down completely for a few hours. The shoppers epitomize everything that Jesus was not. He did not compete for material goods, only the souls of men.

This year, as usual, we will make our way to the La Salette shrine in Enfield, NH, a site for pilgrims who have traveled a long distance, in some cases, to see the hillside display of lights, to visit the small chapel, and to enjoy a cup of cider, a hot dog, and a homemade cookie, just enough to tide a pilgrim over. There is a small gift shop that sells a wide variety of items, most of them religious in nature: musical tapes, books, jewelry, etc.

There are a number of Christmas songs on our website’s Song Playlist that I have recorded in English, Spanish, and German. In addition, there are other files related to Christmas. Just key in “Christmas” in the word find site navigation feature, and you will find many choices.

I wish you the happiest Christmas season ever; and a time of joy to our Jewish friends as they celebrate Chanukah. No matter what religious orientation we have, we are all brothers and sisters under one sky.

Peace under the stars,

Patricia Cummings

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Friday, December 26th, 2008

Christmas tree 2008 - downtown Concord, NH

Usually, downtown Concord is a bustling place. Sometimes, we have to circle around and around, before finding a parking place. However, on Christmas night, it was an enchanting, almost empty sight. The creche set up by the Rotary Club and the Knights of Columbus was set in place, alongside a tall, lighted Christmas tree with a star at the top, both placed in front of the State House.

The dome of the State House was repainted gold, in recent years. When I worked there, I was invited to climb to the top of the dome, one day, and there is quite a view from that vantage point. The State House is located in back of the manger scene and is not visible in the photos here.

manger scene - Concord, NH

The night was cold but not too breezy. I asked Jim to take a photo of the temperature, as it appeared outside of Merrimack County Savings Bank.

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For one night, peace reigns on the sidewalks of Concord, New Hampshire.

Patricia and James Cummings

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Saturday, December 20th, 2008

During the holiday season, we always hear many songs with the word, “Mistletoe” included. Etymologists can only guess at the origin of the word itself. Of the variations of Mistletoe, all of them are parasitic plants (hemi-parasites) that utilize the resources of a host plant or tree, and have the potential to eradicate that plant.

Mistletoe was once considered an undesirable ecological phenomena until scientists realized that hundreds of species of nesting birds, as well as animals, benefit from its presence. Birds are responsible for pollinating the flowers of Mistletoe. Birds eat the plant’s white berries and distribute its seeds on the bark of trees, causing the spread of Mistletoe. The plant is found in Britain, North America, Australia, and Africa, and perhaps other locations.

Knowing all of that, how did mistletoe come to be associated with Christmas? The tradition of “kissing under the mistletoe” appears to be a transmutation of an old Scandanavian custom. Should enemies happen to meet under the mistletoe, they would call a truce for the day. So, today, should you want to be kissed, I suppose you could carry your own sprig of evergreen mistletoe and hold it over your head, when approaching your intended boyfriend or your beloved. :-)

Alas, all I have ever seen are the fake sprigs of Mistletoe that my mother used to hang from the beams in our living room at the farmhouse. If you happen to have the “real McCoy,” remember to not let children or animals ingest it. The plant’s leaves are poisonous, and if eaten, may cause severe abdominal distress and other adverse symptoms. Conversely, Mistletoe was considered, during earlier times, as a fertility aide, and today, scientists are finding ways to use it for medical benefits.

So you have seen, Mistletoe has had many responses to its existence. First considered a pest, it was later viewed as a safe haven for wildlife and birds. Considered poisonous, it has found medical uses in the past, and more are being developed. Most of all, Mistletoe is part of Christmas. To read a list of many songs in which it is mentioned, read the whole article from which I gleaned the above information:

Hope you are enjoying the Saturday before Christmas. In New Hampshire, it is a snowy day and we have a lot more snow on the way, predicted for tomorrow. I love learning about the history of our holiday customs. I hope you enjoyed this post about Mistletoe.

Patricia L. Cummings
Happy Holidays!

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Thursday, December 18th, 2008

The recollection of the song, “The Holly and the Ivy,” made me wonder a bit today about the significance and the symbolism of “holly.” This is what I learned. A legend that is told worldwide is that when King Herod sent his soldiers to find and slaughter any male children, Mary attempted to hide baby Jesus under a scraggly bush. Immediately, the leaves began to grow to plush proportions and the wee child was spared.

Holly survives in the coldest climates and is available in many places to bring into the home as a decoration. It is believed that holly once had white berries, but that the crown that was placed on Jesus’ head caused blood to stream over the berries, transforming them to the red color we know today. For Christians, holly can be a symbol of Christ’s sacrificial blood.

The Ancient Druids that occupied Ireland viewed holly as a religious symbol that possessed mystical powers. This superstition carried forward to the Celtic people who inhabited the same area. They placed holly at entry points of the house, thinking that it would ward off evil spirits.

Even the ancient Romans used holly while observing their December 12th Festival of Saturnalia, a special celebration to honor the Sun God, Saturn. The god supposedly favored holly by allowing it to retain its deep green color all year long.

The holly bush was thought by Roman scientist, Pliny the Elder, (23 A.D.-79 A.D.) to have the ability to convert water to ice.

Some Christmas traditions are observed in song and in action, without our giving even a thought as to the custom’s origin. I thought you might enjoy learning all of the above. Next time you hear the song, “The Holly and the Ivy,” perhaps you will recall these tales.

Patricia Cummings

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Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

A lovely story about the origins of the Poinsettia’s associated with Christmas is one that I wrote about in an article for sildenafil citrate pills magazine, and which also was re-published on my as follows: http://www.quiltersmuse.com/christmas-stockings.htm

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This year, Gerald Erichsen, the about.com guide for Spanish language, offers more information and historical details about poinsettias, in Spanish, “.” The about.com Spanish language site is a terrific resource for learners. If you are interested in improving your language skills, check out the site! Gerald puts a lot of work into it! (Thank you!)

No matter in what language Christmas stories are retold, there is something comforting about tradition, from the Christmas tree to holiday gifts and other celebratory engagements. I make no apologies for mentioning Christmas often. It’s “my” holiday. At the same time, I respect others who have different faith traditions and will make it a point to learn more about them, as I go through life.

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Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

We hear that the book sildenafil citrate pills, ed. by Lynne Bassett will be available in about three weeks. This is a much awaited quilt history book that seems to be loaded with good information, if the preview is any indication.

Of course, the title is a take off on “The Commonwealth of Massachusetts,” the collective title of all the towns and cities there.

In other news, we went to the Newington (NH) Mall today, home of Ixtapa Mexican Restaurant. The place is about an hour away, but to celebrate special occasions, it is our destination. As usual, I ordered Pollo Yucatan, and Flan. As usual, it was wonderful. Now, I won’t eat for a week.

There was a lot of traffic on the roads, everywhere, and the mall parking lots were crowded, a good sign considering all the talk of the economy going downhill. Lines of shoppers were long. With more storms predicted for the area, people moved around today. At least the pavement was dry.

Today, we are working on another article (for the May issue of ). Jim always takes a lot of care in photography and I have a new appreciation of the art due to his efforts to do it “right.”

A nice site came to my attention this morning. Featured are can be downloaded free of charge, and directions for how to make a round Christmas ornament.

If anything else interesting comes my way today, I’ll be sure to let you know.

As always,

Patricia Cummings

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Friday, December 12th, 2008

with Fireplace quilt, Christmas tree skirt, and stocking ornaments made by Pat.

A Christmas Poem

©2007. Patricia Cummings, Concord, NH

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the manse,
the urchins were awaiting a man of expanse.
The stockings were hung with diligent care,
in hopes that the Gentleman, soon would appear.

Stevie was sleeping alone in his bed,
while Jackie laid, bug-eyed, hearing the tread
of reindeer and Santa, near the chimney they strode,
making dear Jackie run for the commode!

The mayhem on the roof was clearly proof certain.
Running to the window, Jackie drew back the curtain.
Alas, the old man made a quick get-away,
leaving Jackie to wonder, to hope, and to pray.

Did Santa leave presents or a black lump of coal?
To check this situation, could result in a scold.
For Mother and Father snoozed peacefully now.
To disturb their slumber could result in a row.

But he crept down the stairs, with nary a sound.
And, indeed, did see presents, strewn all around.
In the morning, over breakfast, he told his yearly yarn,
to complement the other story of the wee, lowly bairn.

Born in a manger, no room at the inn,
Come to save sinners from God-awful sin,
Redeemer and Savior, Emmanuel, too,
The Christmas tradition, ever old, ever new.

This poem is inspired by the antics of my oldest brother, Jack, who loved presents and did, indeed, report hearing Santa on the roof, each year. Anything is possible when we BELIEVE, and whether you call him St. Nicholas, Kris Kringle, or Santa Claus, “he” is the embodiment of the Christmas spirit. Please save a cookie or two for him, will you? And, while you’re at it, please set aside a carrot or an apple for each of the reindeer!

Blessings to you, this Yuletide, and peace, prosperity, and good health to everyone in the coming year.

Patricia and James Cummings

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Thursday, December 11th, 2008

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Wednesday, December 10th, 2008

In one of her writings, Ellen Webster states that her father gave their local, small town church, Christmas trees each year, with which to decorate. They smelled wonderful, were decorated in a simple manner, and enjoyed by all. That seemed to be a comforting thought to her – that he was so generous and could share the bounty of God’s blessings with others.

A photo of their 1892 Christmas gathering (that appears ) reveals her sisters, their boyfriends and husbands, her parents and a nephew, all in Victorian garb, and all gathered in the farmhouse that was the Hardy home in Hebron, New Hampshire. I found out that Christmas that year fell on a Sunday. The congregations that shared the one common town church must have had to do some fast scrambling to figure out which group would use the building and when.

The Christmas we celebrate today, with all of its commercial aspects, had its roots in the nineteenth century. For example, Christmas greetings were not generally exchanged until the commercialization of the greeting card industry. on the front of our website looks very much like a spin off of a Kate Greenaway illustration.

With the economy being uncertain, many people are cutting back on what they might normally spend. I am convinced that it not the quality of gifts that matter. Rather, it is the sincere good wishes to please another person, and to bring them joy (and something they would like).

Some Christians really wish to get back to basics. After all, the tragedy of the poor man who was trampled to death at Walmart should teach us that life itself is more important than trinkets. No gold bracelet or diamond ring, or pair of earrings will have any long term effect on your ultimate journey. It is in considering these matters that we can begin to learn and celebrate the true meaning of Christmas, an expression of God’s love for man.

My goal is not to superimpose my own religious/faith beliefs on my readers. Rather, I started out to say that I think that too much emphasis is put on material goods for their own sake. We will all live without a big screen tv, or the latest book (ok, maybe not), or the anything that is store-bought.

The meaningful essence that we can impart is a strong sense of family, a willingness toward forgiveness, and the joy of celebrating what we do have, rather than condemning what we don’t have. Re-think the goodness of other people and try to understand that we are all struggling with our own humanity. Christmas gives us hope that our lives are not spent, in vain. An even more important Christian holiday is Easter – with its promise that there is eternal life that is offered to those who believe.

Enjoy Christmas, and certainly, exchange gifts. Just keep in mind the word, “Simplify.” Often, you will find that the simple moments of life are the most unforgettable ones. Time is the greatest gift of all. This moment will not come again. Enjoy the season and find the joy that is there for the looking.

Patricia Cummings

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Thursday, December 4th, 2008

For one half hour, every night, we faithfully watch the “nightly news.” To hear more news than that, would be overload, but we like to keep up with major events happening in the U.S. and around the world, so 30 minutes is a sufficient dose.

Lately, on a daily basis, we have been hearing about the economy and the Dow Jones’ averages and Bull markets or lack thereof. All of these Wall Street reports have seemed distant (to us). Perhaps that is because New England has not been the hardest hit area, so far, or so it has seemed. In New Hampshire, most of us have barely noticed the recession, until we think about it.

Case in point, yesterday, we walked into a national chain store and were unprepared to see totally empty shelves in a good part of the store and the yellow caution tape that cordoned off areas not to be entered. A sign revealed that our local “Linen ‘n Things” is going out of business. Not finding what we wanted, we went into the mall across the way. Hardly anyone was shopping, and there were deep discounts for those who were willing to spend their dollars there.

At this time of year, our mailboxes are usually bulging with company catalogs, but not this Christmas season. The mailman’s pack is much lighter, and the ads that have come in are not the usual thick, lush catalogs; they are thin, and sent once, not a zillion times. The cost of paper has skyrocketed, and so has ink, making the electronic transmission of information seem more and more like a less risky alternative for presentation of ads, and with a far greater effect.

This all feels as though we are entering another age. The economic experts state that we have been in a recession for a year now, and that the common folk are just catching on to the idea. There has been a trickle down effect, with the giants in industry having been the first to notice. Today, “the little guys” live from paycheck to paycheck, wondering if their job will be the next one cut, with hardly a moment’s notice.

While all of this is scary, it is making everyone take a closer look at how we all spend (or save) money, and that is not such a bad thing. The official advice is to pay off credit card bills, if you can, downsize your lifestyle (smaller car, etc.), and save money in an account you never touch, in an amount that equals six to eight months of your income, should your paychecks stop. All this is easier said than done for most people, but these are goals that we can begin to implement, over time.

Mainly, learning to live a more self-sufficient life can be its own reward. The smell of homemade bread baking is a wonderful experience, even if it is in a bread maker, and not made from “scratch.” Homemade soups and casseroles that can be heated up again quickly for a repeat meal, without too much fuss, are a wonderful help in this busy season. In addition, plan your errands so that you can logically move from one geographical site to another, in a manner that saves miles (and gasoline). So much of this is just common sense, but you’d be amazed at how the “little things” can add up to a less costly and more satisfying life.

If you have the time and the know-how, homemade gifts are a lovely idea. A knitted cap, stuffed animals that are sewn, a quilt for a doll bed, or a doll bed itself, homemade socks, or homemade fudge or cookies, will be much appreciated. Used book stores often have books for children that are in “as new” condition. Don’t overlook places like Goodwill, or the Salvation Army store. Sometimes an unwanted item can be a “treasure.” In some cases, valuable quilts have been found there.

In whatever manner you celebrate the holidays, there are things you can do to make them fun. Decorate your table, even if the new tablecloth or table mats are ones you have made yourself.

Think of the “old days,” when popcorn and cranberries, or linked chains of paper were used to trim the tree.

Why am I saying all of this? I guess I just want to remind people that it is not always expensive gifts that make holidays happy. Time spent with loved ones is one of the keys. Hearing from friends or seeing them is another joy of the season. If we all dwell on our losses, (and who doesn’t have adversity), or if we linger over what we don’t have, we are bound to be miserable. However, keeping the true meaning of the season in mind, our hearts will be lifted, and we will be able to share Joy with others. Giving a gift to someone else always makes the giver feel happier. For now, forget the dire news of the economic prognosticators, and just enjoy the season, with good measure.

“Be of good cheer, Charlie Brown.”

Patricia Cummings, author of