Sunday, December 14, 2014

We’ve Been Jingled, Yes Indeed

Friday morning I saw one of my neighbors running past my kitchen window. She was doubled over as though she might be having pain in her belly. Seconds later the doorbell rang.

No one was on the porch when the door was opened, but a gift bag was setting by our tree. A note in the bag let us know we had been “jingled” by the Christmas Elf.

Being jingled, I soon discovered, is much more complicated than is receiving a May Basket. The recipient of a May Basket is expected to enjoy the contents of the basket. Nothing more. This is not true when one has been jingled. The expectation of the Christmas Elf is that those who have been jingled will make up two gift bags, print the “You’ve Been Jingled” poem, and go out and do to two unsuspecting neighbors as has been done to them.

Even after dutifully posting the notice that we had been jingled, we came home from an afternoon shopping trip and discovered another gift bag by the front door.

In order to assist you with planning this delightful activity, I’m providing the web address. I’m sure no one in your neighborhood will be too busy to fill little gift bags with stuff and make secret deliveries. 

Suggestions for gift bag contents (based on the bags we received): cherry cordials, bonbons, whoppers, candles, kitchen towels, and note paper.

Happy Jingling!

Clipart from pic2fly

Sunday, December 7, 2014

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like …

The day after Thanksgiving is when the Christmas decorations are unpacked at our house.  Each year I say I will not have as many decorations as I have had in past years. Each year I vow to give my collections to family. Each year my Inner Self fails to embrace these ideas. So, the tree is now trimmed and my collections are on display. I am, once again, ready for Christmas.

My favorite collection is The Salvation Army Byer’s Choice Carolers. Our son and daughter-in-law, Merrill and Nancy Powers, are officers in the Salvation Army. They serve as leaders of the Freedom Center in Chicago, IL. The new 202,000-square-foot Freedom Center location will open in the Fall of 2015.  Click to view the new center.

The Simpich Carolers is another collection I cherish. Simpich Character dolls and figurines were hand-made in Colorado Springs, CO, the town where I grew up, from 1952 until the founders, Bob and Jan Simpich, retired in 2007. These dolls and figurines are now much sought after by collectors.

I’ve scaled down my decorating to fit condo living. I now have only one tree, less greenery, and fewer wreaths. However, something Christmas is displayed on every surface and in most corners. I love this season when we celebrate Christ’s birth!

Monday, December 1, 2014

How It Should Be

Thanksgiving week this year was marred by racial strife and destruction across our nation. I feel sad for our country and especially for our children who are being taught to hate.

At church yesterday, our great-granddaughter, Emma Ruth Powers, posed with two of her friends. The resulting picture shows how life should be. I pray that the adults who guide and teach them will always model love. 

~Photo by Merrill Powers

Sunday, November 23, 2014


Some recent health-related posts on social media reminded of a poem by Ogden Nash that I heard many years ago.

The Germ
A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.

Though smaller than the pachyderm, these little guys sometimes do “sit on our chests” and make it difficult for us to breathe.

Here’s to hoping a germ doesn’t come to dwell before Thursday.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Clipart from Clker

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The Introversion Craze

Thanks, Susan Cain for raising the status of introverts with your book, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, and, in the process, creating a condition I call, “Introvert Envy.” Now that people are aware that admired people such as Abraham Lincoln, Eleanor Roosevelt, Mother Teresa, Bill Gates, Barack Obama, Albert Einstein, Barbara Walters, Meryl Streep, and Tom Hanks are introverts, many extroverts are relentless in their quest to secure a place amongst introverts.

Having been unwillingly subjected to the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory (MMPI) during a degree-seeking period in my life, I know well the humiliation of being looked upon as an anti-social navel-gazer when that big “I” was revealed during a peer evaluation activity. Thanks to Cain, the dreaded “I” designation is now highly coveted.

Extroverts claim they qualify as introverts if they like to read books, enjoy some alone time, or sometimes listen to others. Never mind that these same people love being the center of conversations, thrive on public performances, interrupt others mid-sentence so they can share their more important thoughts, and can never be contacted because they are always on the go.

Despite the fact that Jungian Theory in no way supports the notion that one can change from extrovert to introvert through declaration, choosing to believe is apparently the only validation these pretenders need.

One might hope that since so many extroverts now want to become one of us introverts, the status of introverts has now been raised. Think again every time you hear one of the pretenders say, “He/she needs to be more outgoing (friendly, gregarious, affable, genial, jovial, cheerful, lively, etc.).”

Christmas is just a few weeks away. I choose to believe that Santa Clause will come down my chimney with a new car. White. Small. Good fuel economy.

Clipart: Free Desktop