Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas!  I hope you are having a wonderful holiday!  In honor of the big day, I thought I would share some of my pictures from over the years.  Enjoy!

1982

1983

1982.  I love this picture.

Santa brought a train for Andy and I got a kitchen set.

Christmas card photo 1984.

Libby and Deacon in 2001

Ky#1 first Christmas 2010

K#2 first Christmas 2013.  Fast asleep in Aunt Meggie's arms.

What Christmas means to me

Christmas can be a difficult time of year for a lot of people.  For many different reasons.  It has always been a struggle for the people in my family.  My Grandpa passed away Christmas 1987.  (I was just getting ready to turn 8.)  He had been sick for awhile.  Lots of different conditions caused his death.  The primary cause of death was a brown recluse spider bite.

I have such a sparkling image of my Grandpa (or Hoo-Hoo as my older cousin named him).  He LOVED his grandchildren and just did everything with us.  Christmas was his favorite holiday.  It was really special to him for a lot of different reasons.  For you to really understand why........you must know he was a Presbyterian minister.  He always made the holiday special for us.  Arriving with a GIANT stuffed Santa Claus.  We have hundreds of hand made ornaments that he made over the years.  Christmas was his thing.

Christmas tree I still have from my Grandpa.

I know some members of my family still struggle with the holiday because of his passing.  But I am not one of them.  Is that terrible of me?  No I don't think so.  If there is one thing I do know about my Grandpa, it is that he would not want anyone to be sad at Christmas.  In the depths of my soul I feel like he passed along his Christmas spirit to me.  I know that may sound weird but I just feel it.  I absolutely love Christmas.  Decorating, shopping, cooking, baking, going to church, the music, family and friends, more decorating, movies.......I just love everything about it.  It is just a magical time of year and I feel so alive.

I know sometimes my family thinks I try to go a little over the top at Christmas.  But for me I am just trying to keep his spirit alive.  No matter how long it has been, I carry him in my heart.  And I know he is there with me.  Loving every minute of it.

My Grandpa

Grandpa is at the door and he brought a friend.  One of my favorite memories of him.

Santa is here!!!

Santa was a hit

Billy Peeble

In honor of Christmas, I would like to share with you a poem that my Grandpa use to read at his Christmas Eve Services.  (He was a Presbyterian minister.)  After my Grandpa passed away, my Dad kept the tradition alive reading the poem to us.  So today I would like to share it with you.

BILLY PEEBLE’S CHRISTMAS

By James W. Foley

Billy Peeble he ain’t got no parents—never had none ‘cause

When he was borned he was an orfunt; an’ he said ‘at Santa Claus

Never didn’t leave him nothin,’ ‘cause he was a county charge

An’ the overseer told him that his fambly was too large

To remember orfunt children; so I ast Ma couldn’t we

Have Bill Peeble up to our house, so’s to see our Christmas Tree.

An she ast me if he’s dirty; an’ I said I guessed he was

But I didn’t think it makes no difference with Santa Claus.

My his clo’es was awful ragged! Ma, she put him in a tub

An’ she poured it full of water, an’ she gave him such a scrub

‘At he ‘ist sit there an’ shivered; and he tol’ me afterwurds

‘At he never washed all over out to Overseer Bird’s!

‘An she burned his ragged trousies an’ she gave him some of mine;

My! She rubbed him an’ she scrubbed him till she almost made him shine,

Nen he ‘ist looked all around him like he’s scairt for quite a w’ile

An’ even when Ma’d pat his head he wouldn’t hardly smile.

“En after w’ile Ma took some flour-sacks an’ ‘en she laid

“Em right down at the fireplace, ‘ist ‘cause she is afraid

Santa Claus’ll soil the carpet when he comes down there, you know

An’ Billy Peeble watcher her, an’ his eyes stuck out—‘ist so!

“En Ma said ‘at in the mornin’ if we‘d look down on the sacks

‘At they’d be ‘ist full of soot where Santa Claus had made his tracks;

Billy Peeble stood there lookin’! An’ he told me afterwurds

He was scairt he’d wake up an’ be back at Overseer Bird's.

Well, ‘en she hung our stockin’s up and after w’ile she said:

“Now you and’ Billy Peeble better get right off to bed,

An’ if you hear a noise tonight, don’t you boys make a sound,

‘Cause Santa Claus don’t never come with little boys around!”

So me an’ Billy went to bed, and Billy Peeble, he

Could hardly go to sleep at all—ist tossed an’ tossed. You see

We had such w’ite sheets on the bed an’ he said afterwurds

They never had no sheets at all at Overseer Bird’s.

So we ‘ist laid and talked an’ talked. An’ Billy ast me who

Was Santa Claus. An’I said I don’t know if it’s all true,

But people say he’s some old man who ‘ist loves little boys

An’ keeps a store at the North Pole with heaps an’ heaps of toys

W’ich he brings down in a big sleigh, with reindeers for his steeds,

An’ comes right down the chimbly flue an’ leaves ‘ist what you needs.

My! He’s excited w’en I tell him that! An' afterwurds

He said that they never had no toys at Overseer Bird’s.

I’m fallin’ pretty near asleep w’en Billy Peeble said:

“Sh-sh! What’s that noise?” An’ w’en he spoke I sat right up in bed

Till sure enough I heard it in the parlor down below,

An’ Billy Peeble, he set up an’ ‘en he said: “Let’s go!”

So we got up an’ sneaked down stairs, an’ both of us could see

‘At it was surely Santa Claus, ‘ist like Ma said he’d be;

But he must have heard us comin’ down, because he stopped an’ said:

“You, Henry Blake and William Peeble, go right back to bed!”

My goodness, we was awful scairt! An’ both of us was pale,

An’ Billy Peeble said upstairs: “My! Ain’t he ‘ist a whale?”

We didn’t hardly dare to talk and got back into bed

An’ Billy pulled the counterpane clear up above his head,

An’ in the mornin’ w’en we looked down on the flour-sacks,

W’y sure enough we saw the soot where he had made his tracks.

An’ Billy got a suit of clothes, a drum, an’ sled an’ books

Till he ‘ist never said a word, but my, how glad he looks!

An’ after w’ile it’s dinner time an Billy Peeble set

Right next to Pa, an' my! how he ‘ist et an’ et an’ et!

Till he ‘ist puffed an’ had to leave his second piece of pie

Because he couldn’t eat no more, an’ after dinner, w’y

Ma dressed him up in his new clo’es, an Billy Peeble said

He’s sorry he’s an orfunt, an’ Ma Patted Billy’s head.

W’ich made him cry a little bit, an’ he said afterwurds

Nobody ever pats his head at Overseer Bird’s.

An’ all day long Pa looked at Ma an’ Ma she looked at him,

Because Pa said ‘at Billy looked a little bit like Jim

‘At was my brother, but he died oncet, years ago,

An’ ‘at’s why Billy Peeble makes my mother like him so.

She says ‘at Santa brought him as a present, ‘ist instead

Of little Jim ‘at died oncet. So she ‘ist put him to bed

On Christmas Night an’ tucked him in an’ told me afterwurds

‘At he ain’t never going back to Overseer Bird’s.