Imagination Is The New Black

My daughter walked into her room the other night and screamed so loud that we all came running. Apparently, while we were away, someone had ripped her window screen, broken into her second floor room and removed toys from her toy box.   

That "somebody" was Jessie, our elf that has visited our house every year for about a decade. In a "That 70s Show" style circle, Jessie was found, to my child's delight, in her freezing cold room partying on her bed. Our elf looked noticibly tired, probably from walking all the way to the kitchen to make popcorn for her new friends, who must have also come to life briefly to attend the festivities.

And none of this seemed strange to anyone in my home. I am not sure which is worse, the fact that this creepy shit delights my kids, or the fact that we spent more time this week orchestrating a fantasy world, than we did doing real world things. The jury is still out as to whether this will cause my kids to become crazy, clever, castigated or confused. Or even worse... just like me. 


I used to dream that one day I would have a unicorn. Now that I am older, wiser and more responsible, I know that is impossible. Because I am far too busy for another pet. 

Children are born believing anything is possible. That's why they smile so much. Try it sometime! Especially during the holidays. It may be your only escape. 

Wishing you all fantasies, daydreams and childish holiday amusement,

Rachelle

The Carol

My roses are red, my politics - reddish blue.

My children - all girls, my religion is Jew.

You’ll find me still kicking after all I’ve been through.

Please try not to judge me if I’m not like you.

I have lots of friends, but trust just a few.

We don’t all think the same. I have my own view.

I am pretty smart, and I think you are too.

We’re all stuck here together because friendship is glue. 

'Tis the season of peace and the festival of light.
Let's put down our egos and hold each other tight.
It's okay to back down even when you are right.
Or just shut the fuck up if you still want to fight.

In the end, it won’t matter. I promise, it’s true,

If you’re black or white, yellow, green, red or blue,

Or who won the spelling bee or first chair in kazoo,

Who had the strongest religion or political view. 

All that will matter, I promise, it’s true,

Is the love you emit and permit back to you. 

We have only one life, so let's get this right. 

Happy holidays to all, and to all a good night!