This week the prompt is Crave. Write for Five Minutes and publish.
Do you know what I used to crave at this time of the year? I craved the Christmas shown on the front of the Saturday Evening Post Magazine. Norman Rockwell's Christmas. You know the one which shows the
After a number of years living in a normal (dysfunctional?) family I had to give up on finding that 'perfect' Christmas. Because it doesn't exist. And I don't crave it any longer.(Well, maybe I do a tiny, little bit) I gave up on that dream. And I am working on becoming happy with the dream that is my reality. Because what I really crave is my family around me. I crave the love they can give me, that is unconditional. And I want them to accept the love I have for them. I want happiness in whatever form that happens to take. I crave beautiful Christmas decorations on the tree. That means the ones that have hung on our tree for the last 40 years or so. The ones that were made by the kids. The ones that were given to me by friends and have become cherished mementos. I crave the beautiful, nasal voice of a granddaughter who sings along with the radio and doesn't care what anyone thinks of her voice. I crave the taste of the sugar cookie with the icing smeared by a little finger as it is lovingly offered.
Because there is no such thing as perfect. I have given up on that dream. I have learned that you don't need to own a piano to sing Christmas Carols. And you don't have to know how to make wassail for the sparkling grape juice to taste like the best wine from France. And the star on a fake tree still shines as brightly as any star I have ever seen. This is what I crave!