Visions of Sugarplums
Raised in a home where my father loathed Christmas and my mother, the complete opposite, loving all the dalliances of Santa, had me hurtling from this mix…all banged up. Soon as this time of year swings around I’m now up and down, sad and happy, excited and depressed, generous and scroogy, which has been this way for years and years. Thinking back though, I have to laugh… at both my parents. Forget Christmas stories, the stories those two have given me are enough to not only write forever, but keep them fresh in my spirit forever. To note, my parents recently passed away; my dad a couple of years ago, and my mother just a couple months ago. Thus, I am feeling a great loss… in part the inspiration behind this post. Listen, I like to believe balance is the key to achieving harmony. It’s the sweet spot where the good and bad, highs and lows line up, or meet …and blend. My mom being a person who believed dreaming was important, and my father being Mr. Reality all day long, reall...
