BINGO! 🎲
- Jackie Lynaugh

- Sep 12, 2024
- 3 min read

I am enamored with the holiday season of imagination. You know, the one where families and friends gather around a beautiful table filled with an abundance of seasonal treats, and children are on their best behavior. It's a world where parents never age, and our children remain young. Holiday shopping is frenetic, and the prices haven't changed since the 1990s (yes, I do have an active imagination). The fireplace roars, and you enjoy your favorite mug of hot cocoa topped with marshmallows that stick to your upper lip and have zero calories. It's a holiday past that is a manufactured template for traditions, which doesn't reflect reality. But we can dream that Santa will come for a visit or the turkey in the oven will come out perfect. Sometimes, it can be exhausting to conform to the expectations of the season.
I believe we all reflect on our past, creating our version of a meaningful season and gatherings, reminiscing about the cheer from simpler times. We gather memories of our loved ones being together.
I can almost smell Grandpa's pipe right now, envision his white whiskers, short spikey crewcut hair, and his laughter and warm strong hugs.

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