Small Gestures

How many times in your life have you glanced out your window to observe a log floating by? It's one of the reasons we love living on the water. Something is always happening; something is always changing. Calling Harbor Patrol to alert them they thanked me and said they’d “go wrangle it”. Log wrangling is a concept you won't hear in too many circles.

A neighbor invited us out to follow the Christmas Ship in Seattle last night. http://www.argosycruises.com/themecruises/xmasSchedule.cfm

It’s a tradition around the waters here. Onboard his well-lit powerboat, amidst a highly decorated gaggle of other boats, like the geese that travel our waters, we trailed a large Argosy Cruise vessel with onboard Dickens Carolers singing at several stops. The night was clear and warm; literally shirtsleeve weather. We passed Seattle’s floating home community and turned the corner passing through the cut where University crew’s race and into Lake Washington. Many homes around the lakes here deck out in Christmas lights. It’s a unique and festive sight for those lucky enough to view it from the water.

My folks loved decorating our home inside and out every Christmas. Dad would spend several months building motorized displays. Imagine Rudolph hoisting Santa Clause up the side of the house by pulley and having him slide back down upon reaching the top, Sort of a holiday “myth of Sisyphus”. They won prizes in numerous years. Imagine having the whole town alerted to drive by your house alive with lights and moving Rudolphs. At age 16 it was a bit embarrassing. Now I salute them. They loved doing it, thus indulged themselves. And, they created fun for those who make a holiday tradition of a night viewing Christmas lights.

Their Christmas decorating

extravaganzas all started one year when Mom ordered a life sized, plastic, stuffable Santa Clause from Hancock House. (I think that was the company name, it was little catalogue that had every odd thing imaginable). She stuffed it with newspapers and sat him on a bench in our yard. Dad got the idea of putting Santa’s feet in a bucket with some dry ice and shining a light on him. Someone entered them in the town’s Christmas display contest and after winning third prize, they were off and running.

What a treat it is to think back on the fun they had. Mom would help come up with the concept and design. Dad would build it downstairs in his shop cutting and painting plywood, rigging motors and lights. I don’t remember being asked to help, it really was their project and must have been fun for them. It was never about the competition with others, they loved outdoing themselves year after year.

I now have a friend who finds pleasure in creating over 100 custom-made Christmas cards involving cut outs and pop-ups and tales of her yearly adventures. It takes her hours of work, but it’s work she loves. I, and I’m sure all on her list, look forward to receiving them. I’m glad to know there are still folks whose indulgence involves creating holiday surprises for the purpose of bringing smiles to others. She and my folks remind us of how much fun can be had constructing simple things and sharing them. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for my appreciation, last night, of the folks who took the time to light their homes and boats. And, today, when most holiday cards arrive with just a signature or printed name and gift cards are often the extent of creative giving, I thank my friend whose hand made cards are reminders that there still are good people who enjoy sharing their sense of fun with others. I want more people like that in my life.