Sunday, December 2, 2007

A Tug on The Heart And a Tear on The Cheek

Perhaps another reason people think I don't enjoy Christmas is because I shed so many tears this time of year. I'm not depressed. I'm just a sympathy crier. If someone in the room gets misty, so do I. I can't help it. I've always been that way, and the holidays just seem to bring out the emotion in me. Also, I'm just a sentimental old poop. I live by instinct and feelings, and it shows. I find that tears are useful for any emotion. I cry when I'm happy. I cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm mad. Someone dies of cancer in a movie? I cry. Boy gets girl in movie or book? I cry. Cute kid smiles at me and says something sweet? Tears. Clever Hallmark commercial? More tears. Hallmark Hall of Fame movie? Lots of tears. St. Jude's commercial? River of tears. Actor thanks his mother when accepting his Oscar? You guessed it. I've tried to control it over the years, but I can't seem to help myself. Hubby hates to see a chic flick at the movies with me because we have to sit in the theater for ten minutes after its over so I can blow my nose, recover and blot my face back into order. It's bad, I'm tellin' ya. I finally gave up trying to stop a few years ago, and now I just drip and snort my way through all kinds of special Christmas.

I got all misty eyed in church this morning when we sang our first Christmas song of the season. I got all sniffly yesterday when I heard "Do They Know it's Christmas" on the radio, and Boy George started wailing about how there won't be snow in Africa this Christmas and the greatest gift they'll get this year is life. Starving kids always make me weep. I felt a little emotional when kids put money in the Salvation Army bucket I was manning last weekend. I will shed a tear or two when our church choir performs their beautiful cantata in a couple of weeks, probably when someone sings about Mary. Children stumbling their way through Christmas programs will tug at my heart. Even Charlie Brown's tree will get me a little choked up, and I've seen that darn tree for 35 plus years. Of course, I could be weeping because I'm old enough to have seen that special 35 plus times. The holidays also seem to accentuate the gap between the haves and the have nots. I'll be worrying about poor people, hungry people and lonely people this season. That's sure to stir up a few tears.

I'll be an emotional mess over the next few weeks, but don't mind me. I'm fine. I'm just wearing my feelings on my face for the whole world to see. I might be sad a time or two, but mostly, I'll be feeling good and full of hope for this big old messed up ball of earth that wobbles on its axis every day. Hmm. Maybe the big old messed up ball wobbling on its axis is me.


janjanmom said...

Me too, honey. Me too. It may be the biggest reason I don't wear make-up. If you keep make-up to a minimum-you can do a quick eye dab and no one need know. Too much makeup and the different colored rivulets down your face give a crybaby away.

Mama Mia said...

I can't believe I had a close encounter of the hula-kind today!! You are BEAUTIFUL!!
By the way I am a cry baby to the extreme!
Example: a really old lady selling handmade potholders in the parking lot of Target...yes, I bought 5 and cried all the way home!!

hulagirlatheart said...

Mia, I am SO glad I got to meet you in person. I love people who hug without hesitation. I wish I could have stayed long enough for a cup of coffee and conversation. You're WAY too kind with the beautiful remark, but being over 40I really appreciate the compliment. And, yes, I would have cried over the potholders, too.