Twelve Days of Christmas

Smile

On the eighth day of Christmas

I wondered how the steps I take

with my average girl feet

might change the world—

even in some small way.

I wondered for about a second

and then I stopped wondering

and just…smiled.

Because on the eighth day of Christmas

I remembered:

a smile is all it takes

to change the world.

Every day, I change the world.

And every day, I bet you do too.

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Couch Chat

On the seventh day of Christmas

the sun came

and then it went.

In between the coming and going of the sun

lots of love happened.

Lots of smiles.

A couple of sad thoughts.

Hardly any cranky ones— hells yes. (Don’t ya love those days?)

So…yeah.

Life happened and it was really pretty great.

The thing is—

I’m so super snoozy. (Sleepy sigh smile.)

So super snoozy I can’t think of anything overly brilliant to write.

Tomorrow will be better.

Tomorrow I’ll write something AMAZING. (She says, grinning at the cheek she hopes she’ll be forgiven for)

Night night, gang.

You guys are awesome.

Thanks for popping by for a bit of a couch chat.

xx Brooke (Couch chat legend from way back.)

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Tonight

On the sixth day of Christmas, I craved a feeling.

A specific feeling, really.

I craved a couch. And a book. And me.

All of us rolled up together,

where nothing and no one could find us.

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It’s not like I wanted to escape the day

or the responsibilities that lay before me.

I just wanted to read.

I wanted to remember the warmth—

snuggling on the couch with a book

and a lovely new imaginary friend (or two.)

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There’s nothing quite like that feeling.

The touch of a book, the smell.

The firecrackers that tickle the skin,

melting me—word by delectable word.

Thank goodness there’s tonight.

I think I’ll read, tonight.

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

It’s the second day of Christmas and here I am writing to you!

Surprise! I know. It’s been FOREVER. I’ll try not to leave it so long next time.

I wonder if you’ll even get this little email of mine. Do you have a computer in the North Pole? Do you even know what a computer is? Oh. Ha ha ha. Of COURSE you do, Santa— I’ll bet you’ve given a million of them away, in your time. Maybe even a billion. Well! However many you’ve given, I’m sure they’ve helped to change the world in some wonderful way.

Or not.

I mean, I don’t really know…

Umm. Santa? I truly am sorry I haven’t written for so long. The thing is, somewhere along the line someone told me you weren’t real—which is completely ridiculous, I know, especially considering I can feel you right here in my heart.

I’ll never let you go Santa.

Nope. Not ever. And do you know why?

Because I believe in magic. I believe in the magic of you.

That’s okay, isn’t it? For a big kid like me to believe in you always and forever and always, again?

Because, Santa, you’ve gotta know this: the magic of you lit the fire inside me. The magic of you helped to build me—helped fill me with all the bits of happy—and I am just not cool with letting you slip away quite so easily.

Big kids are allowed to believe, aren’t we, Santa?

I really hope you write back.

I really hope you write back and say, ‘Yes, Brooke, it’s okay for big kids to believe, too.’ Because I think my joy butterflies need you to keep them alive, Santa, I really and truly do. After all, joy butterflies eat magic for breakfast, lunch AND dinner. Without you…my joy butterflies might starve!

Anyway.

I really have waffled on.

I just wanted you to know this, Santa, I haven’t forgotten you. You’re still here, always in my heart.

Always.

Lots of love,

Brooke. (The biggest kid of them all.)

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Mary’s Boy Child. And Mine.

On the first day of Christmas,

all my Mum pieces melted into puddles of sun.

It was the boy child who did it.

‘Mummy!’ he shouted, the moment he saw me smiling

from my place in the front row…

where I simply had to be.

Because

I mean

how could I be anywhere but the front row when it comes to matters of him.

How proud I was of my precious little

camel.

Yep.

Bet you didn’t know there were camels at the birth of Jesus.

Well. You do now.

And today, at kinder, my little boy was one of them.

Today, for the billionth time since he became mine…

I loved that little boy.

And he, well—

He was a camel.

A camel who clung to his Mummy, so happy she came.

It was a good day, today,

this very first day of Christmas.

Yeah.

It was a really,

really

good day.

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Twelve Days of Christmas

Christmas has always been a special time of year, for me.

It’s a time that brings people together, a time that turns our worldly differences into love hearts and butterflies (and we all know how much this girl loves love hearts and butterflies.)

So, this year, I’ve decided to celebrate with the people who bring out the love hearts and butterflies in me: YOU GUYS. (Aww. Group hug. ALL the love hearts.)

I’d so dearly love you to share the next twelve days with me.

I have no idea what they’ll bring and, to be honest, that’s really the way I like to live this little life of mine. There’s something so wondrous about waiting for life to reveal itself, wouldn’t you say?

Week by week. Day by day.

Moment by moment.

So. Let’s do this.

Let’s share this life of ours for all the days leading up to that jolly day itself.

Christmas. (Or whatever it is that you celebrate. Love is love is love, am I right? )

My rough plan is: day one will start tomorrow and I’ll carry on bugging you once a day until the 24th of December (Australian time, sorry to those of you overseas.)

Anyway— sigh.

Let’s do this.

It’ll be so super jolly, we won’t have any room left in our sparkly, love filled hearts.

See you all again, soon!

xx Brooke

 

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