It started with this…
A rosemary topiary
free because nobody wanted it
Not a tree, but almost looked like a Christmas tree
Now, just outside my window is an actual big pine tree
A storm a few years ago left the ends of the branches scattered on the ground
I remember thinking that each would make an awesome…
Charlie Brown Christmas Tree
So the other day in a cold rain
I picked the perfect little branch
Sorry Pine Tree
But I still needed a stand
The topiary was in a pretty pot
Hmmmmm
Now to chop down the mighty topiary…with my bread knife
I took it outdoors, laid it on its side, and began to saw away
Sorry Topiary
And I hadn’t really thought about it until now
But sacrifice is part of the meaning of Christmas
The tree sacrificed a branch
The topiary sacrificed more
I tried shoving the branch in
but the soil was dry and unfriendly
A screwdriver
some water
and in.
A lesson in that too, I think
It was a little tilty
I tried to straighten it out
but then I decided to let it be
although Laska thought the ornament looked silly in the pot
It was perfect – perfection in imperfection – Christmas
A stable, a surprise pregnancy, no room in the inn
And from all that imperfection was born perfection
and from him, the grace by which we can all be perfected
The topiary found its undignified end in the trash – didn’t seem right
But then, I thought, Jesus was buried in a borrowed tomb – felt more right
Tree – check
Base – check
Now I needed a red ornament actually on a branch, because Laska made a good point
I have only one Christmas ornament
a handmade gift from a friend
and red
Sadly the ornament has no hook
But, a little story…
When I started blogging I attended a blogging conference
Blogging has been bittersweet, the conference more bitter than sweet
But I read somewhere that you should bring paperclips to a conference
So I bought, and brought, a box
the only box of paper clips I’ve ever bought
a little bending and twisting and voilà … a hook
Tree – check
Base – check
Red Ornament on tree – check
Perfect!
Until I watched A Charlie Brown Christmas
and saw Linus wrap the bottom of the tree in his blanket
Swaddling clothes for the tree
I had no little baby blanket
nothing soft small comfy and blue
But lately I’ve been wearing my one stained ratty old blue sweatshirt
Tadaaaaaa … and Laska admired the placing of the ornament
It’s a quiet tree
It’s a simple tree
It’s a humble tree
It’s not really a tree
It’s imperfect and charming
It makes me smile
{ 23 comments… read them below or add one }
Merry Christmas!
Katie, know that I have prayed for you and your husband, as I have before. Keep your nose above the waterline. Thank you for reading. I don’t think I can really call myself a blogger anymore, but it’s nice to know that the nicest people I met while I was blogging will still come by to read some words. Merry Christmas.
Why did you stop writing? Both of your sites are wonderful, and I wanted you to know that pieces of what you have given of yourself here have found their way off the page and into my life. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your love. I’m sure that they are wandering around the world making it a better place more than you know.
Here it is more than a year after you wrote that awfully sweet comment. In answer to your question about why I stopped writing, I found myself writing in the community which inspired me the most – the writers whose words changed the way that I wrote – the Christian mommy blog community. Square peg round hole.
I’ve never named names, but they know who they are, big names in the blogging community, and they made what was often the sweetest experience I’ve known – also one of the cruelest places I’ve known. God won’t break a bruised reed (Isaiah 42:3), but we Christians break bruised reeds all the time. Everybody’s a bruised reed to one degree or another, or in one way or another. We should all be more careful. God is.
Anyway, the experience turned into one of the more heartbreaking of my life as the very people who encouraged me to begin, also encouraged me, indirectly, surreptitiously, in ways much more subtle than this man could understand, to end my beginning.
That’s as nice as I could put it, and always without naming names. Love does not judge without every bit of evidence available – and all the evidence is rarely available – I guess that’s why judgment is better left to God.
I’ve left the blogs up in case someone might find something useful here or there. Laska, the beautiful cat in the pictures, he died a week ago. It’s Christmas, but a blue Christmas. So I came back to read this final post in which I knew he was, and I found your sweet comment. Thank you very much for your compliments. I’m glad you found something useful here. And yes, it makes a nice Christmas wish, that some of these words are “wandering around the world, making it a better place.” So if you get this. Thank you very much. Merry Christmas. And your comment meant “more than you know.”
Imperfect me finds great joy in your words of CHRISTMAS. Hope. Love. Joy. Perfection in Him. Your words heal and I am glad.
Merry Christmas, friend. Liz
as I said in the post, Liz, blogging has been a bittersweet experience. You are part of this sweet. I’m still a person who hears every negative thing said but has a very difficult time hearing the positives. Thank you for always being a positive. I’ll keep trying better to hear the better angels. Merry Christmas.
Oh, such a sweet reflection upon Christmas and a perfect Charlie Brown tree. Merry and Blessed Christmas, Craig!
Martha, what I said to Katie, what I said to Liz, applies to you. Although never meeting you, you have been a friend. I wrote these few posts knowing that not many would read them – but I wrote them with specific people in mind. You were in mind. Please email me about how your book went, the experience, and if there are any spare copies left I have rubbed together a few pesos. I’d love a copy. Merry Christmas Martha.
Hi, Craig!
Yes, the books are available at Amazon, either in paperback or Kindle version. You can order them through my website, too – http://www.gladetrilogy.wix.com/theglade. The order of the trilogy is this: A Trip, a Tryst and a Terror; Children in the Garden, and The Moment of Truth. Revenge! is book one in my next series which continues the stories and adventures begun in the first. Hope you will order and enjoy them, my friend. Would love your feedback!
Love and blessings,
Martha
Warmest greetings, Craig!
How wonderful to find you again—heart warming, encouraging, lifting our spirits and replacing worn and ragged Christmas touches with refreshing Charlie Brown insights. Thank you!
Special blessings,
Grandma Joyce
I am so touched and ministered to by this, dear Craig. You teach me in a most tender way. Thank you, friend. And God bless the words and truth you share from Him.
I had wondered where you had been so long ….glad to see you are still in blog land
Craig, I am catching up backwards here so I will go to the post before this one next but I HEARTed this post! The ’tilty tree’ and the ‘swaddling clothes for a tree’ were among my favorites of your word artistry! There was a quiet yet warmly smiling tone to the way you presented the message in this post. Loved it! Also favrit was that last photo of Laska looking so perfectly at that ornament. 🙂 Thank you. Just…. thank you. Smiling.
Somehow I missed these posts…but caught up with your other site. So good to read your words (even if it is the middle of January), very appropriate. I have missed your writing, and love having you back, however briefly/intermittently. 🙂
intermittently – good word. It’s taken a while to get my brain back. Holy cow, it’s been more than two years since those seven days with no sleep. it’s taken nearly that long. Wow. Anyway, intermittently is a good word. I know there are a few people who are still interested in what I have to write, even after I’ve been gone so long, but I’m not sure what to do with all of these words that are still in my head. Blogging, at least the way I wanted to do it, in the community in which I wanted to do it, not really possible anymore. without getting into too many details, certain doors were blocked and closed by certain people, and it’s really too late to reopen them. But people like you Michelle, I so like to write things for people like you and the others – and they know who they are (hint: look at the comments for this post). I still like writing for my “precious few” but I’m not sure what I’m going to do with my writing as a whole. Any input is welcome ツ God bless and keep you Michelle. Thank you.
Well it is now quite past Christmas, but still the new year, so Happy New Year, Craig! I have checked back often to see if you had resurfaced in cyberspace, so am delighted to see you here again. Prayers have been offered on numerous occasions as Papa brought you to mind. Blessings for the year ahead . . . provision for all your needs, health for your body, peace for your soul, joy in your spirit and great grace to cover all.
How perfectly sweet this was.
Craig, I really enjoyed this piece about the Christmas tree. Do you knows the children’s book, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? Your blog reminds me of that format, because there was a step to go after each step go the end result being a Charlie Brown tree. I am enjoying your writings on this blog. They are more up my alley than the other. Your other blog is great too, but for where I am now, this one speaks to me.
Eeeek Barbara, I have a spam comment filtering system and sometimes it traps someone’s first comment. I didn’t see your comment till today. Sorry. Give a Mouse a Cookie is a classic – so thank you. And the other Deep is different. This one was always a little softer, more comfy, more personal. This one is about love in my life. The other is about my thoughts on spiritual things. Anyway thank you so much for reading and leaving a comment. God bless.
Hey Craig,
I stopped blogging also years ago. But, nostalgia brought me back to my blog today which brought me back to some of your comments. They were always so sweet and so encouraging. I hope all is well with you and yours. Maybe we should both consider filling a little more whitespace more often. Love, Rie
Craig, i miss you…just so you know.
Hey you. I left these blogs up for a reason. They’re good for me to read. And new people still find them and read them occasionally and ask questions and leave comments. And then sometimes someone important from the past says hello and it makes me smile. So thank you for dropping by. It has been a whole boat full of craziness since I stopped blogging. Really since those seven days with no sleep. And truth be told, from the very beginning of these blogs, not being someone very socially aware, and running into who I have affectionally (?) called the mean girls, the highly influential bloggers, who encouraged me and built me up, and without whom I may never have started, set about to destroy what I had just begun to build. So supportive then suddenly so destructive. They will never know the heartbreak they caused. I’m not even a memory for them I think. We have to be careful with breaking reeds we might not even be aware we break and snuffing out flickering candle flames so easily blown out. I guess it’s always worth a look around our footprints. I’m sure I have broken reeds and extinguished delicate little flames unawares. If you go back to my first blog entry ever, you will see some of their names. What they did to me, some intentionally, some unintentionally, and others silent as it happened, and so participating by not participating, made blogging heartbreaking. Every day after that third day was a struggle to push aside the destruction I felt, and keeping my mouth shut, not stirring up trouble, and just doing the next. right. thing…as best I could. Because of that, blogging became both a blessing and a curse. These blogs…one of the top three heartbreaks of my adult life. You though, Nancy, have always, always, been a blessing. Drop by occasionally, who knows, something new might be here. And on a sad note. My “impossible cat”. The love kitty. Laska – passed away. I’m glad he’s immortalized here. He still shows up if you google “Laska the love kitty”. Somewhere on these blogs I have a theory of pets and heaven. He was the most amazing animal right to the very end. And I truly do believe, as long as my life does not end in a spiritual shipwreck, he will run toward me when I see him again. Thank you very much for stopping by. Your words have always meant much to me. And these words today… They meant more than you know 🙂 God bless and keep you and yours.
Hey you. I left these blogs up for a reason. They’re good for me to read. And new people still find them and read them occasionally and ask questions and leave comments. And then sometimes someone important from the past says hello and it makes me smile. So thank you for dropping by. It has been a whole boat full of craziness since I stopped blogging. Really since those seven days with no sleep. And truth be told, from the very beginning of these blogs, not being someone very socially aware, and running into who I have affectionally (?) called the mean girls, the highly influential bloggers, who encouraged me and built me up, and without whom I may never have started, set about to destroy what I had just begun to build. So supportive then suddenly so destructive. They will never know the heartbreak they caused. I’m not even a memory for them I think. We have to be careful with breaking reeds we might not even be aware we break and snuffing out flickering candle flames so easily blown out. I guess it’s always worth a look around our footprints. I’m sure I have broken reeds and extinguished delicate little flames unawares. If you go back to my first blog entry ever, you will see some of their names. What they did to me, some intentionally, some unintentionally, and others silent as it happened, and so participating by not participating, made blogging heartbreaking. Every day after that third day was a struggle to push aside the destruction I felt, and keeping my mouth shut, not stirring up trouble, and just doing the next. right. thing…as best I could. Because of that, blogging became both a blessing and a curse. These blogs…one of the top three heartbreaks of my adult life. You though, Nancy, have always, always, been a blessing. Drop by occasionally, who knows, something new might be here. And on a sad note. My “impossible cat”. The love kitty. Laska – passed away. I’m glad he’s immortalized here. He still shows up if you google “Laska the love kitty”. Somewhere on these blogs I have a theory of pets and heaven. He was the most amazing animal right to the very end. And I truly do believe, as long as my life does not end in a spiritual shipwreck, he will run toward me when I see him again. Thank you very much for stopping by. Your words have always meant much to me. And these words today… They meant more than you know 🙂 God bless and keep you and yours.