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1. Betty Windsor Cancels Staff Christmas Party. Royal Scrooge Reigns. What she should have done instead. 2. How to keep Christmas well in your heart throughout the year 3. 'We need a little Christmas.' Why I'm working hard right this minute to make Christmas 2011 the best ever.

The Spirit of Christmas Part 1 in my series of uplifting and sprited articles about the true meaning of this special time!

Betty Windsor Cancels Staff Christmas Party. Royal Scrooge Reigns. What she should have done instead.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Yikes! What can she be thinking of? It has been announced from Buckingham Palace (by the Lord Chamberlain Earl Peel) that Her Majesty the Queen (known to favored intimates as "Betty Windsor") has cancelled this year's staff Christmas party. Thus are the 600 people who serve her in myriad capacities deprived of the joy of making merrie from her privy purse (meaning she pays for the dainties herself). Why did she do it? Lord Peel in his email notification says it's because of England's punk economic condition. Cynical royal watchers opine that it's because the Queen wants to make a point about the hardships of royal living in advance of Parliament's consideration of her civil list, namely what she gets from the nation for doing her job. In other words, she's negotiating with the government and figures that taking bon bons from the staff will help achieve her goal of more money faster. The reason doesn't much matter, however. The plain fact (whatever the reason) is that Her Royal Majesty is (dare we say it).... just plain cheap. This Christmas season we need MORE parties... not fewer for the very reason that so many are suffering and need a good day out. The Queen should be doing her bit, not showing the Sugar Plum fairy the door. Let's contrast the Queen's behavior with that of Mame Dennis in the smash Broadway musical (and film), "Mame." In the depth of the depression, Mame, her family and staff are glum, decidedly in the dumps. Instead of canceling Christmas (like you-know-who) Mame sings "We need a little Christmas now"... and belts out a festive song while (at least momentarily) lightening that load for the people she loves, the people who know and serve her. In short, challenged though she is, she does what she can. It's a far better thing she does than the tight-lipped and tighter-fisted Betty Windsor, for the royal decision (calculated though it may be) brings no joy to anyone... but her, the very antithesis of the purpose of Christmas. We can help in at least two ways First, contact Buckingham Palace at once, protesting this silly decision. We KNOW she has the money.... and if she wants to negotiate with Prime Minister Cameron for more funds for palace upkeep and maintenance, fair enough. But let's not take it out on the staff... who have to feel hurt and disappointed at this niggardly decision, stiffer upper lip or not. Indeed, let's go farther. Let's all chip in and turn a bad decision into a terrific pot-luck. Let's all offer to supply a favorite Christmas goodie to her larder, tagged exclusively for the benefit of her staff. My grandmother's Christmas sugar cookies were always a hit back in Illinois and were shipped to grateful (and expectant) friends and relatives worldwide; even the crumbs were treasured. I offer a dozen of these... not least because my grandmother (born in 1901) was named after.... you guessed it: Queen Victoria! It seems right and proper that her cookies go towards helping Betty out with her difficulties! http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 4 of 11

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Make sure YOU have your own Christmas party... or invite a few more people to the one you've already scheduled. Her Majesty's cancelled Christmas party was budgeted at 50,000 pounds sterling, about $80,000 USD. That's grand indeed. But, remember this about Christmas: it's the thought that counts. Rather than cancel the party and the joy therefrom, Her Majesty should have held it, doing the best she could with less... just the way the rest of the world is doing. Just because you can't have a party with the grand and imperial flourishes you'd prefer is no reason to (petulantly) cancel the whole shebang. A party is about the people... not about whether the champagne is vintage. Make this Christmas season the one where you discover the real meaning of the season. It is about sharing... the good times and the bad... together. It is about offering the best you can (and can afford) while reaching out to old friends and new, grateful to see and welcome them, not to impress, but to re-connect and make it clear that you care. Here is where Her Gilded Majesty went right off the rails... and shows me she needs to have a Tiny Tim remind her of wherein the true joy and meaning of the season resides: it is about the sincerity and affection of the gift, not its lavishness or cost. We need gifts that show what is in our heart... not our bank account. Let's say that the Queen really couldn't afford the cost of her party (she's worth a billion or more, but let's not be petty). Who can doubt that if she had done anything... but done it with real affection and gratitude.. that the event would still have been the highlight of the year: a gesture of profound sincerity and consideration. Yes, it would have been touching and forever remembered. Even with day old doughnuts. Thus, our first suggestion (given with the utmost humility) is this: :Queen of England and dominions over the seas, reinstate your devoted staff's Christmas party and resolve that you will do more with less; above all that you will use the event to radiate more joy and more happy memories, rather than do away with them altogether. Use your royal powers for good, to live the true sentiments of the season. And as for the rest of us: let us learn from this imperial error and use it to enhance our own Christmas, to make this, because of the misery around us and an economy doing no better than mediocre, the best Christmas ever... with the one and only focus being on how to bring joy to the most, even if that joy is simply the warmest and most heartfelt of embraces and the sharing of yourself. For if you do these things, the true embodiment of Christmas, you will do more than a queen.... be she ever so rich and empowered.

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How to keep Christmas well in your heart throughout the year
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant "and it was always said of Ebenezer Scrooge, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!" The words, of course, are from Charles Dickens' masterful "A Christmas Carol" published in 1843, a present the world gratefully rediscovers each and every year. They remind us that Christmas, to be Christmas, must be about magic and memories, remembering both those who are with us and (especially) those who are not.. Christmas this year, as every year, began for me by unpacking my little electrified tree. It is battered now and bears its many bruises proudly if carefully. All at once, I give way to memories insistent, vivid, one tumbling over another. The box opens and recollections of one year of my life after another pour out. First, I remember the day my grandmother gave me this marvelous present and how she solemnly told me to take good care of it, as she had done. I agreed to do so, little knowing the significance or the power of what I promised. Now I know, for this year I am older than she was when she gave it to me... and I now ponder who, in due course, I must present this tree to and who will keep the faith of generations with me. You see, I have arrived at the stage of life when Christmas is far more about who I shall give to... rather than who will give to me. It cheers My little tree (circa 1935), just 16 inches tall, literally bubbles with colorful cheer. It is called a bubbler because its bulbs not only light up and glow... but one after another they bubble, except (some days) the one at the very top which, eccentrically,often fails to bubble at all. Moreover, when one bulb goes out.... they all go out which means a patient review of all. However, I wouldn't have it any other way. Age means appreciating even flaws, for they, too, are a part of the whole. Because I am an historian and like many such have a tendency to collect and keep for a lifetime, I have been designated by my extended family as the "keeper", the one it is safe to leave with the mementoes we all agree are important, but which no one but me wants to take care of. Once the bubbler tree is set up, other boxes must be opened... and they can only be opened when there is sufficient time to pause, remember, reflect, and again and again be seized by their heart-tugging memories. One cannot rush this process for the memories will not be denied. They are forever bittersweet... featuring as they do those loved and gone before. Yes, one must have sufficient time for them for the memories that cascade at this time of the year are always vivid, poignant, rich... with new meanings that come as I age. I smile, for instance, at a styrofoam bell given to me (as to all class members) by Mrs. Eigenbraugh, my third grade teacher. This ornament, a liberty bell, features my teacher in a stately formal pose. She looks at me as the dedicated prairie teacher she was. The autograph reads simply "Mrs. Eigenbraugh, 1955." I am older now than Mrs. Eigenbraugh was then... and I clearly see her at her desk dutifully, carefully signing each gift in her copperplate hand. She no doubt paid for these herself... and gave them as a small memento of her and the season... little thinking that I, a half century later, should be so moved at her gift... or her conscientious generosity. Do teachers give as much today? Just one left http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 6 of 11

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I was born in 1947 to young parents who had, in those post war years, few dollars and sky-high aspirations, with days and energy to spare. Like everyone else in the neighborhood they had a young child, part of that baby boomer wave. For him, they bought a box of colored glass ornaments which I broke one by one by getting in my petal powered red car, pushing it backwards across the living room... then running car into Christmas tree... full speed ahead. No one seemed to mind. We were young, and we all had time and youth to spend without care. Now I hold that glass ball in my hand, of faded purple hue. It, along with my father and I, are the survivors of this tale. And now this glass ornament, once so little valued that we all laughed every time I, with my running feet and determined glint, scored a direct hit... now this glass, I say, is precious and deeply valued as a memento of youth, both my parents and my own, and of the beautiful dark-haired woman whose carefree laughter and love are as clear in this ornament as if it were a crystal ball. She told me to take good care of this for there could never be another... I have and I will. And in time I shall ask of another what she asked of me: to remember.... and to take good care. For I am entitled to that as well., having well and truly kept the promise. Remember and reconnect Each year about this time, I set out to reconnect with someone from my past with whom I have lost touch, the way one does. Sometimes I succeed in this task; sometimes I don't. When I do... I make a point of writing them a memorable letter... about how important they are to me... and how well and what I remember. Such letters in a lifetime are rare to write and rarer still to receive. I am pleased to say they always stimulate a similar letter in response. That letter is always amongst my best Christmas presents. As such I place it carefully among my other treasured gifts and mementos and savor them as, each year, I take them out and let memory hold sway. Thus, with the help of my dearly beloved, I keep Christmas in my heart all year long, like the better, reformed, wiser Ebenezer Scrooge. And so I say to you: God bless us everyone and every loving memory of yore. They make us what we are and remind us, lovingly, of where we have been and the people who have helped us along the way in so very many ways. Merry Christmas!

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'We need a little Christmas.' Why I'm working hard right this minute to make Christmas 2011 the best ever.
By Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author's program note. I was young then, blessed with that overflowing feeling of high animal spirits and joy to the world. It was 1967, I was in New York City for the first time, about to sail to Europe on the SS Aurelia ... The future seemed boundless, was boundless, and I had only good wishes and to spare for everyone, everywhere. The only snare was that I couldn't get tickets for "Mame" (music and lyrics by Jerry Herman); the hit musical based on one of my mother's favorite books, "Auntie Mame" by Patrick Dennis (1955). Bummer. But not down hearted I somehow managed to get a program and discovered when Angela Lansbury, the star, the toast of Broadway, was likely to leave the Winter Garden Theatre. .. and just where I could stand for the best chance of getting her autograph. I well recall the moment she came out the stage door, she was smaller than she appeared on stage... and I remember how the collar of her coat brushed against my cheek... and her scent as she bent down to autograph the program, a little crushed in my hand. It was lush, seductive, delicious... And I was happy... I have that program still, in good condition, too, a reminder when the song I've chosen for today's theme music -- "We need a little Christmas" -- was just a peppy, high-stepping, belt-it-out number, not an absolute need for all of us. Start, however, by going to any search engine... get the tune... then let 'er rip... it's going to get your blood going, your feet tapping, and maybe even bring a tear to your eye, you sentimental softie you... "For I've grown a little leaner, Grown a little colder, Grown a little sadder, Grown a little older!" These words pretty much sum up events since that magic moment at the door of the Winter Garden Theatre -- and I don't merely mean for you and me, either. I mean for America and for our deeply troubled world. And that is why I am already at work to ensure this Christmas in this year of general dismay and gloom is the best ever. We need it -- for the good of home, hearth, soul, and, yes, the economy. I began this week. It is September 25, 2011 as I write, and my dear and valued helpers, Aime Joseph and his soothing wife Mercedes, have commenced Operation Christmas. We started with a herculean task meant to occur twice each year but often "forgotten" -- polishing the silver. It is arduous, it is wearying, it is dull... and it is a necessary deed in creating the "wow factor" that is such an essential part of Christmas for me and mine. The question is, why have we started so early... just what are we doing it for? Over the last few years I have noticed the inception and development of an invidious trend in me and many others: scaling back, pruning, diminishing the high festival of Christmas. This is a very bad thing... and this year I decided to take constructive action before I bear an even closer approximation to Ebenezer Scrooge. This called for drastic action... and my better self answered the call. Unmarried, no (known) children. Katie Segal made a fortune on "Married with Children"(1987) in which she played the ultimate suburban vulgarian wife, Peg. She thought the holiday was for maxing out her credit cards and causing pain to her hapless bills-paying husband. It was funny... because, of http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 8 of 11

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course, we weren't like Peg, no way. But we are... and not, I hasten to add, because we enjoy the consumer aspect of the event. I have always thought the sanctimonious folks who decry the blatant commercialism of Christmas and seek to revert to prior usages, pure and holy, misread the original text and allowed themselves to be hoodwinked by Puritans. Now, lest you think I am anti-Puritan, be aware I am of Puritan heritage myself. And it pains me to admit, the Puritans got Christmas all wrong and missed its message. The culprit in the matter was Oliver Cromwell, a man who, saying enough is enough, helped King Charles I to eternity in 1649 through the simple expedient (as Charles told his horrified children) by separating His Majesty's head from His Majesty's body. The Lord Protector, more powerful than most kings, then lead an effort to root out all vestiges of the traditional high-living English Christmas. And so for 10 years (until his successor son Richard got kicked out in 1659) Cromwell and company worked to make everyone just as miserable and gloomy at Christmas as possible. That was the right and proper thing to do. For instance, zealous Puritans, rigid, unbending, inflexible, muffed the matter of the Three Wise Men, princes of the Orient. Each, if you'll recall, brought the Christ child very expensive gifts. These included gold (imagine if they'd held it), frankincense and myhrr. Unless these royalties just happened to have some extra gifts in their treasure trove (possible, but unlikely) each had to make a trip to the bazaar (which is what people called malls in those days) to scrutinize what was available and mull over their options. This is exactly what the non-kingly people do nowadays at Christmas, parking their cars (easier to handle than malodorous camels which spit), returning over and over to get just the right gift, the gift that will say loudly and clearly, "I care." So, where's the problem? Christmas, in short, has had a pronounced commercial aspect from the first moment. People should get over it and get on with the real business of the event: love! Whether you consider the matter from the vantage point of God to man -- "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son" (John 3:16) --... or from the vantage point of human relations, the fact is that Christmas is the prime event of every year based on, all about, and dedicated to love. And we humans after this storm-tossed year should embrace the event and enjoy it for what it is: a chance to love one another, be kind to each other, embrace our diversity, and give the embedded rancors of our deeply fissured planet a rest... even if we know, as we do, they'll be back in the new year. Even a little solace helps. We need it, we must have it, and we deserve it. And because I have been, shall we say, neglectful both about giving and taking love, I have a huge love deficit to make up for... and so Christmas 2011 must be done right in every nuance and detail... and this takes time, care, and thoughtfulness. Cleaning the silver is just the beginning. And then like the score says, "Candles in the window/Carols at the spinet." And gifts for all... and not merely anything grabbed at the eleventh hour Christmas Eve either... for the gift must be as special as the beloved who gets it... All this takes time... meticulous attention to detail... and, most of all, love... And it is this love, in short supply in years past, suppressed, which is the most important thing of all... This year will be different, for this year that love will flow without stint... as a resolute declaration to everyone, everywhere that this is a place where humanity is made welcome and where http://www.HomeProfitCoach.com Copyright Howard Martell - 2013 9 of 11

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we know the true meaning of Christmas... and mean to have it! Share it! And renew it... Knowing this, can you wonder why I am starting so early here? The wonder is that you have not commenced early, for your need is pressing, too.

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