Tuesday 25 December 2007

Christmas

It's been a very different Christmas for me this year. I miss family Grant. So far, there's been no stress in the kitchen, no talking over each other in an effort to make ourselves heard, no inappropriate confessions of our sins over the family dinner. Instead I'm typing this in the basement with Spencer the house husband checking on the turkey, after a full day's work and a couple of sneaky runs on the hill. I kind of knew I could count on Spence to do the dinner. He not only has the practical skills I lack, he can cook. I just texted him instructions this morning and hey presto, a full dinner appears. Score.

So, what do you think of the illuminated Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus? Jesus has a new blanket over him after the foot of snow we got last night. Here they are in context too, in front of the dome with the snowmen that blows fake snow around. Yes, I know. Scary.

I kind of think these pics are appropriate for my Christmas post. You'll have seen this message before, I'm sure, but I think it's so appropriate, particularly at this time of year. I just love the last line. It reminds me of someone many of you know.

The paradox of our age

We have bigger houses, but smaller families;
More conveniences but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense;
More knowledge, but less judgement;
More experts, but more problems;
More medicines, but less healthiness.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We've built more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.
We have become long on quantity but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods but slow digestion;
Tall man but short character;
Steep profits but shallow relationships.
It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room.

His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

Mum sent me this card, as well as a Santa parcel - four presents, all individually wrapped. Totally unnecessary, but really lovely. My Mum is wonderful, I love her to bits.

4 comments:

Darren said...

Without doubting your mum's wonderfulness, you'd think the Dalai Lama would get himself a decent poetry teacher, or at least get someone else to do it for him.

Do you think he might be taking the piss? Trying to see what he can get away with under the guise of modern philosophy?

Happy Christmas by the way!

Tamsin said...

I'm with you Darren - apart from anything else, I just don't think some of it is true. Communication for example - really? No one is communicating? How about the three of us, right here, right now? It's too simplistic an analysis for me . . . :-)

Hannah said...

Oh Mr L, what would I do without you knocking me off my little hippy perch? And yes, you are both right. But come on, just allow me the last line.... Oh, and by the way, you need to put me back on the 'Friday afternoon sarcastic email' list. I miss them.

I was drowning in snow today. Literally. It was dumping it down, over 2 inches an hour. With about 10 new inches on the ground. Amazing. I'm in heaven.

Iain Cassidy said...

Technically you would actually sufocate with snow - what with it being a solid and all. But you knwo me i am not one to pick hairs.