My lovely Mum has recently turned 82 years, and I must say, she is as fit as a fiddle and mentally very strong. Such a blessing, I know.
I found it very sad though, when she told me, the little Village where she lives, stopped putting up an outdoor Christmas tree and festive street lights, a few years back. Unfortunately, spending by the local Council has to be reduced, which I do completely understand, and these little extra special niceties are let go first.
I know my Mum used to love looking out her window and see her little Village in full festive flair – I guess, it really brightened her day.
I had no idea, how special it meant to my Mum and I am sure, other Village residents. I can tell my Mum misses that little piece of Carfin Christmas magic!
Don’t get me wrong, my Mum does have her own Christmas tree to sparkle and enjoy in her own living room. But….I don’t want the story to end there….
I will make it my mission, to one day, self-fund an annual Christmas tree and lights for Carfin Village to enjoy again and again and again!
And if the Council does not allow it, that’s okay, my Mum’s front garden, will be its new home, for all to see and celebrate around.
Maybe I’ve watched too many Hallmark movies haha….but this just feels good and right to me.
It’s a little mission filled with a lot of love.
Christmas love is the greatest gift you can share.
Watch this space….I’ll keep you posted.
Stay special and continue to spread kindness to others.
Love.
Clarabelle
Clarabelle Online Magazine 
The Tradition Lost
In a quiet home where laughter rang,A tradition once, like a sweet refrain,Each year they’d gather, hand in hand,To honor a bond that love had sustained.
But one year came, a shadow fell,A reason arose they couldn’t foretell.The custom paused, the table bare,An empty space, a lingering stare.
Emotional WavesThe youngest wept, “Where did it go?”Their favorite time, now a hollow show.The elders sighed, their eyes grew dim,As memories faded, joy turned slim.
The Bond FrayedWithout the feast, the songs, the cheer,The ties grew loose with passing years.No tales were shared, no jokes were spun,Moments together became undone.
Cultural LossThe heirlooms stayed upon the shelf,Stories silenced, roots lost themselves.A gap emerged, a question grew:“Who are we now? What do we do?”
A Door AjarYet from the void, a spark of light,An idea rose on a winter’s night.“Let’s try anew,” the mother said,“A tradition reborn, though its path has fled.”
Adapting HeartsThey crafted a plan with a modern twist,A blend of old and new coexist.The laughter returned, the bonds re-knit,A family united, their hearts relit.
For though traditions may come and go,Their spirit survives in the love we show.In loss, a chance to reimagine,To honor the past while crafting new passion.
And so the family learned, with care,That change can heal what seems unfair.For traditions broken aren’t the end,But seeds of new memories waiting to mend.
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Thank you Dear Manuel for all you write, from deep within your poetic heart. 🤍🙏 Blessings to you 🙏 You are the magic ⭐
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