December 23, 2008

Christmas Shoes- Gifts from the heart

I had heard the song "Christmas Shoes" for the first time this year and as I listened to the words, a lump in my throat formed and the tears could not be held back. Struck with such emotion I realized it had been quite some time since I had been touched with the spirit of Christmas in this way, through this touching story.

a young boy's mother who is terminally ill (the result of heart failure), the boy tries to get a pair of Christmas shoes for her before his mother dies, and diligently collects empty cans to raise the money to purchase beautiful shoes.

On Christmas Eve the little boy rushes to a local shoe store to buy the perfect pair of shoes for his mother...

A little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing around like little boys do
And in his hands he held
A pair of shoes

And his clothes were worn and old
He was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say

Sir I wanna buy these shoes for my Momma please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry Sir?
Daddy says there's not much time
You see, she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes will make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful
If Momma meets Jesus, tonight.

He counted pennies for what seem like years
And cashier says son there's not enough here
He searched his pockets franticly
And he turned and he looked at me
He said Momma made Christmas good at our house
Though most years she just did without
Tell me Sir
What am I gonna do?
Some how I’ve got to buy her these Christmas shoes

You can sense the boy must be so distraught, a stranger recognizes the emotion of the boy and gives the remaining money needed to complete the purchase. The child is thus able to buy the shoes for his mother and runs home in a haste to give them to her before she dies.

The story to many people teaches the meaning of Christmas that it is not just about the presents, it's about other people, giving them the best Christmas and caring about them.

Gifts from the heart are the most memorable and most cherished.

December 8, 2008

For the Love of New York

I had long awaited my first travels to the great city of New York years ago. And when I finally slipped into a New York taxi all I had imagined this grand city to be, it suddenly all came to life. As I walked the ever so crowded streets, I felt like I was swimming in a concrete sea with multitudes of pedestrians clustered like schools of fish. Looking up towards the sky and viewing all the towering buildings over head a sudden sensation of what it was to be swallowed into the belly of this big city rushed me, I realized how very small I was.

New York has a way of penetrating all senses. Exquisite taste that touch your tongue, the pastries of New York unlike any other, the cultural variation of food and world renowned restaurants is so delightful. The smells of the city reek of street vendors and their treats, luring you in for a famous New York hot dog or fragrant sugar/cinnamon coated almonds. Every window passed has something most pleasing to the eye, with bazaar and glamorous fashions, unique and blaring jewelry, artistic works of glass, wood, paint and clay and not to mention the commotion of lights Time Square displays in such a robust and unforgettable manner. The sounds that the city pumps can only be described as "busy" and never resting.

How I love New York City, the upscale stores, the museums and theaters, night life, the whole song and dance, the antics of people, the deep rich history- I am on sensory overload the whole time I am there. Grasping to capture and hold this city, I have found it belongs solely to itself, much to vibrant and mad to be held.

Kids in their souvenir shirts, doing their New York Vogue poses

One of our frequented spots when we go to NYC is the Stage Deli the pastrami sandwiches are the best and the cheese cake is unbelievably sensational

Stephen and I enjoyed a fun filled day at the Metropolitan Museum

The store displays during the holiday season is phenomenal to see this is in the store of Anthropologie