{"id":1937,"date":"2012-12-25T12:04:12","date_gmt":"2012-12-25T18:04:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jbarrywatts.com\/blog\/?p=1937"},"modified":"2012-12-25T12:07:17","modified_gmt":"2012-12-25T18:07:17","slug":"reflections-on-a-christmas-pucker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/old.jbarrywatts.com\/blog\/2012\/12\/25\/reflections-on-a-christmas-pucker\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflections on a Christmas Pucker"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been particularly reflective for the past few days; not sure why. We&#8217;ve had another great Christmas. The family has gathered, and scattered, and will gather again. The party train keeps rolling on this time of year.<\/p>\n<p>The girls had a big Christmas morning; too big, some would say. But that&#8217;s what Christmases are for. I even got in on the action&#8212;both sides&#8212;as the recipient of 5 bottles of the nearest thing I have to a favorite wine along with a new tennis racket that&#8217;s sure to make me a U.S. Open contender in 2013.<\/p>\n<p>I was also a big giver this year. The operative term being &#8220;big.&#8221; \u00a0Among other things in Kelly&#8217;s stash this Christmas morn was a $3.50 gallon jar of whole dill pickles. (That&#8217;s big! You ever try to eat a gallon of dill pickles?) <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" src=\"http:\/\/s7d2.scene7.com\/is\/image\/samsclub\/0004166000438_A?hei=225&amp;qlt=85&amp;op_sharpen=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"225\" \/>They are sort of a hillbilly version of mistletoe, only they make her pucker up even quicker! Tractor Supply is a great place for last minute stocking stuffers and goofy do-dads you can&#8217;t find anywhere else.<\/p>\n<p>In the midst of all that we have and do, more and more I&#8217;m becoming aware of the temporal nature of things. As I trod through the cold this morning feeding the animals, Christmas music was playing in the barn&#8230;.I&#8217;ll be home for Christmas&#8230;&#8230; and for some reason I began to think about a young mother I know who lost her husband tragically a couple of years ago just as the holidays were beginning. I wondered what Christmas mornings were like in her household.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m so blessed. I&#8217;ve got so much. I enjoy it all so richly. And yet, this isn&#8217;t it. There&#8217;s more and better to come that will someday make all this seem comparatively worthless. That&#8217;ll be it! \u00a0Someday, I really will be home for Christmas. Oh, that will be glory!<\/p>\n<p>Until then, I&#8217;ll keep sucking the marrow out of this wonderful experience and these beautiful people I been graced to share it with. I&#8217;ll keep seasoning trips to the ladies specialty shops with stops at Tractor Supply because it just wouldn&#8217;t be Christmas without something goofy under the tree. Someday, when I am gone, I&#8217;m betting they won&#8217;t remember new iPhones or tennis rackets or jewelry. But maybe the gallon jar of dill pickles will become a family legend. That&#8217;s kinda what Christmas gifts are all about.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been particularly reflective for the past few days; not sure why. We&#8217;ve had another great Christmas. The family has gathered, and scattered, and will gather again. The party train keeps rolling on this time of year. The girls had a big Christmas morning; too big, some would say. 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