Tis the Season

I am a procrastinator. I have always been a procrastinator. I most probably always will be a procrastinator. I have good intentions……..paving my own road to hell as like as not. The point? Oh yes. I have not done my Christmas shopping yet. It’s not that I have such a long list. It’s not even the money issue, for I have enough to represent myself fairly under the trees of those I love.

And there is another issue as well. The intangibles. The items that cannot be purchased for love or money. Here then, is my intangible list.

For my wonderful wondrous friend who is now in emotional pain, I wish to buy a canister of love and understanding. I would like a canister decorated in true Texas fashion – much too big and ostentatious. I want him to see it often so he remembers to open it and dip into the contents at every opportunity. That, and maybe a Borders that never closes….

For my awesome sister I wish to buy a big purple pelican that really flies to teach her how to use her own wings. Purple is key here. Please, don’t question my color sense – just go with the flow. And maybe I could throw in a swim with the dolphins.

For my friend in California I wish to buy a kettle of Laid Back. Poor baby is so uptight that I am sure he is going to burst SOMEthing. I think the kettle would look nice if decorated by a big bow containing a compressed (zipped for you computer geeks) Rip Van Winkle style sleep. He needs some rest.

For my ex-husband, I’d like to buy a spray can of instant employment. Right after he sprayed it he could bathe with some personal responsibility bath salts. The bath salts would come in a bottomless jar. I have a feeling he will need many baths from that bottle.

For my dad. Dear Daddy. I love you. For you I have a most incredible gift in mind. I would like to wrap up an entire day without fear, without illness, without sadness. It would be full of self assurance, boundless energy and limitless knowledge of the love that surrounds you. Of course I’d attach it to a steak dinner and some really good Cuban cigars so he’d be sure to open it.

For my friend of the longest duration (she hates being called my “oldest” friend) I want a bouquet of never fading multi-colored roses. She loves roses. Each whiff of the bouquet would infuse this incredibly smart woman with compassion (the pink rose), spiritual grounding (the purple rose), the love she seeks (red rose for sure), security (white rose) and peace (the beautiful salmon colored rose). Oh yes – and yellow laughter. They’d have to be in a unique vase that matches her color scheme exactly or she’ll never even smell them…..but I think I can work that out.

For my beautiful daughter I want a pizza topped with self-esteem and security as well as a liberal dose of compassion and an ice cream dessert topped with caramel fudge motherly love. Those are about the only foods I can get her to eat.

For my incredible son – what can I give him? He has all the tools, all the right stuff. Perhaps an invisible shield that will keep him from repeating his mother’s dopey mistakes and thus hasten his road to personal fulfillment and peace. He could gird his loins with it – my favorite phrase! I think my son should be well girded.

For my animals – how about poop that neither stinks nor stains the carpet? Maybe an understanding that dogs and cats actually can live together in the same house without wrecking it EVERY single day. Wrap that up in snausages and whiska treats…..yummmmm!

For my friend here in Atlanta who’s father has just died – a bottomless memory box that holds only good memories. Of course the memories will have to be alphabetized, stacked in neat piles, and easily accessible because he is so terribly organized, but I can pull myself together out of my perpetual state of chaos long enough to accomplish that one task – I’m sure of it!

For all of my dear friends here at the OD, musical wish boxes. You all already have bottomless hearts, endless compassion, unmeasreable depths of spirituality, incredible senses of humor and so much more. All I could possibly add is my little wish box (in colors to coordinate with your diaries of course) that you could open whenever you feel the urge. Your wishes would come true…one wish at a time….for all the days of your lives.

Do you suppose I can find this stuff on e-bay? Sigh. How late do the malls stay open??? This is gonna be a LONG week and a half. Happy Holidays to all – and a full measure of the true Christmas spirit. {{hugs}}