Friday, December 31, 2010

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2011




My best wishes to you all.
2011, a year with its joys and sorrows, certainly, but there is always hope that shines somewhere, like this flower I offer you today.
I embrace you and my thoughts are with you.



© Delphinium January 2011

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

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Good wishes



Thanks to all those who have been here during the year 2010. I do not have time to spend with each of you but there is little message to wish you a happy holiday season. The
wishes for the new year will follow in due course.
Hugs to all.


© Delphinium December 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010

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Merry Christmas!



It's true that Christmas is a special celebration. It is a usual family gathering, embellished with a sumptuous meal and an avalanche of gifts (which in a large proportion used to distract and to collect dust) lying under a tree full of colorful lights and decorations. It is the perfect opportunity to revisit those we love remote 51 weeks per year, the oldest, as babies. It's the perfect time designated where a majority of Quebecers do their annual visit to the small church. A church with which they maintain a strictly traditional link (Ti-Jesus in the manger with the ox and the ass, come to bring peace on earth, Gory! Glory! Hallelujah! That's about where it stops ...). All this, of course, in a warm and festive, safe, and often alcoholic wish seasoned and saucy jokes stupid in the extreme.

Yes it is true that Christmas is a very special celebration. That's a party where several social pressure can become almost unbearable. When the bank account is empty and credit cards are "loadées" the cap, it only remains to write his name on a list to expect to receive a basket of hope or maybe some gifts that will not choose yourself. It is a time of the year when you feel so miserable to be poor and unable to offer a laptop or an X Box to his children, the sham's Eve December 24 meeting could degenerate into shouting and insults (especially if mom and dad had the foresight to freeze their sentences with the bottle of rum). The time has therefore tailored to convince himself that has nothing to waxing or other of the birth of ti-Jesus in the manger and his hope for humanity. It was like that last year, why would it change next year?

Absolutely, Christmas is wonderful. Across the world, millions of believers, persecuted or free, rich or poor, emphasize with joy the birth of Jesus of Nazareth, without necessarily giving or receiving anything. One whose Jewish prophets of the Old Testament had announced the arrival of hundreds of years in advance. The Messiah, the Lamb of God, pure and undefiled, who took upon Himself the divine punishment for the sins of all mankind. It's the perfect time for every believer to question deeply what would be his current existence, what would be his forever, without this undeserved gift that God gave to anyone willing to receive ... Yes, it's a time when a year ends, with its trials and its painful moments of intense joy that have transformed our personality and strengthened our values.

Without condemn anyone, because having myself part of the groups described in paragraphs one and two, I prefer by far to date, the group's third paragraph. I am proud and grateful to be a Christian ...

Merry Christmas everyone!





Friday, December 17, 2010

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In a time of rejoicing, I found myself repeatedly distressed at the thought not to meet Father Christmas fateful day of 25 December.

Busy in my work, shopping, celebrations with friends, the many aperitifs and dinners, I felt that my body is tired and tired of all this noise and all those lights.

But one day, strolling in a beautiful city this planet, I looked at the sky and saw a little red man that made me a wink. I turned to the friend who accompanied me and asked if she saw the same thing as me. She looked surprised, said no and told me I was still dreaming.


I blinked again, but he was always there, smiling, wagging his beard gently in the breeze that smelled of snow. Beside him stood a small tree that smelled of resin. Farther sparkled blue stars while we were in the day. And a merry extravaganza included this pretty picture. I felt tingling in the cheeks, heard voices whispering to me fafardets ear rhymes of old, and the waltz of the angels suddenly rang at the street corner. In a split second, I saw the procession together all these wonderful people and their leader, the great white bear dressed in his red cape sublime.


my heart I felt elated and my eyes lit up like a child. Then I remembered the arrival of Father Christmas at home, at home, when I was about to wait surrounded by my two older brothers, in their bedroom door closed. I heard shots hit the door, a great rustling of papers, stifled laughter, great excitement. I heard the sweet voice of my grandpa who greeted Santa Claus, asking for news of his big world tour and I sensed the friendly handshake between two men. The minutes dragged on and my heart raced. Then when my Dad called the door to get us all out, I ran towards the large tree that sat in our living room and I saw that Santa was well spent there. The gifts piled up near the bright crib, baby Jesus smiled at me and I screamed with joy. The door Input was closing slowly, candles diffused a soft glow, I felt the exciting smells of the forest and the more light colored paper surrounding the so beautiful gifts. And the big tree that my Dad brought back from the sublime millennial forest near the pasture I hugged prickles tearing myself screaming with joy.


space of a moment in this big city lights, I felt all this, tears of gratitude came into my eyes and I thanked my parents whispered and my family me had offered such beautiful Christmas. I watched friends occupied before the windows, and I declined again Earth, floating gently after my golden parachute to land on the cold paving stones, happy to have seen the wink of the old man red with a white beard.


perky I left, convinced that really, Father Christmas exists for those who keep a child's soul.


PS Dear friends, I leave you carte blanche on this message to let your imagination on the previous post, there were strange people who came to talk to me, you bring them back and participate in this sweet dream. And thank you

thank you to my lady Northern HPY, who just award prizes. Christmas has come earlier. :-)


© Delphinium December 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

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Under the white flakes falling from a sky lit up, I saw reindeer on skis, pressed several Santas, elves busy, plump snowmen, polar bears embracing, mocking trolls, fairies twinkling beauty, hinds and stags wrapped up, a whole flock of children twirling. This procession was advancing to the sound of a fanfare unlikely gathering all animals of the ancient forest and whose leader, a great white bear wearing a red cape sublime, gesticulating and whistling a sprightly air. All this small world slid towards the large white fir, charged with golden balls, colorful gifts, a beautiful procession of Advent.
Under the tree, lived an entire city, bringing together all people, young and old, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Star and the promise of a bright future.

And my nose is twirling with delight, felt the scent of gingerbread, the smell of biscuits, a breath of cinnamon. On my cheek, my favorite pixie left a sweet kiss and a blinking short time, I saw the promise of a savior and kings millennia at his feet.

I do not think I have dreamed, or if so, a little. Yet on my cheek is the imprint of a kiss and my heart broken hopes that the band continue to play the waltz of the angels.



© Delphinium December 2010