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This Christmas


 I just want to take a moment and thank everyone near and far for the love shown to my child this holiday  season. From the School to my family, friends and neighbors I am truly thankful. 


Christmas  has always been a special time to me. My Mother worked so HARD for MONTHS every YEAR in the Post Office to give us a joyous Christmas . As I age I adore her even more because everyone wasn’t “Mothering”


My Father put EVERYTHING together. For EVERYONE. He was the epitome of a Father. He was so GOOD to US. His death wasn’t the true tragedy, me discovering it years later was. He understood though because children often don’t appreciate their parents until they are gone. Not only do I look just like him but I inherited his trait of constantly reinventing myself. I saw my friend walking his kids down these same streets and it touched my heart. Daddy used to take us with him so Mommy could get some REST. He KNEW she was TIRED and he cared! My parents got along SO well because they didn’t CARE. It wasn’t being heartless-it was self preservation. 


They cared about each other though. Through it ALL. 


My Granny was the first person to retire from William-Sonoma (The former Pottery Barn) soooo we had the really “GOOD” stuff. The Gingerbread houses, hot cocoa bombs when Reagan was still president. Poinsettias, monogrammed and customized everything. Just the classiest and elite decor because she immersed herself in her work. 


I inherited from my Nana that is was better to give than receive. I used to be on the Avenue with her in the Summer buying Christmas  gifts  in bulk. Turtlenecks and corduroys, stockings, leg warmers. The candy stockings and the lollipop garland. Candy canes and icecicles. Two Christmas  Trees, the  basement and upstairs full of gifts . A delicious dinner and an open invitation for ALL to fellowship. No matter the person a gift was given and a spirit was offered. 


I don’t know what my future HOLDS. But the foundation I have has prepared me to CATCH whatever comes my WAY. 


Or what FALLS from the SKY. #NothingwillbethesameinaYEAR #Kimhermajesty #Kimmisms

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