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Merry Christmas to all


EDITORS NOTE: This blog was originally written and was to be posted on Christmas Day, however, the holidays have since taken me “hostage” at getting my annual holiday piece posted to the blog – hope everyone has had a Merry Christmas and looking forward to a prosperous New Year in 2014. — Jeff

Christmas-tree

Well today is the day – Christmas. One of those magical times of the year that brings a wealth of joy and happiness to many.

But, for others, the joy of Christmas is a shallow reminder of the precious things we endure in life – family, friends, work and the magical memories of Christmas – “the simple things in life,” has they say, “where your likely to find the magic of Christmas?”

Lives change for a reason. The challenge of one’s heart to believe in the magic of Christmas, the spirit of giving – Christmas is not only for those who believe, but for those seeking to find the solitude of balance to a given heart what they call, “the most magical time of the year.”

Skeptics have reminded me, that Christmas has been precious enough to mean different things to different walks of life. It’s simple – you have trust in faith, God and more, it spells the meaning of Christmas to one’s heart. The Spirit of Christmas is far more superior than the power of magic, it’s belief we have in not only Jesus, but that of Santa Clause himself and the magical joy he has brought forth for centuries and decades before us in today’s present life and for generations.

This Christmas, I’m blessed that my folks are still here, my life is still going and shattering away at a pick to decide what life is really about – not exactly a mid-life crisis, but a tinderbox of sort, that evidently falls short of a firestorm.

Xmas treeTo me alone, it’s like a step a day with a chapter or two written a day, other than what is carved and written in snow. I feel lucky to have friends from my childhood still around for a friendship or two that lasted for decades from preschool to high school to college and to the adult world of being an adult in our own ways and words.

We may have changed the years, but it doesn’t mean were apart – it just means that the love and friendship is still there, the simplicity of life is just to renew the friendship from the first meeting that comes along at the first opportunity.

It’s power, friendship and galactic that one’s spirit can believe in Christmas to make it the magical time of the year and still find the heart and joy to enjoy the comfort of relatives, friends and co-workers.

In my own mind – that’s exactly what it is, simple steps with simple chapters of life1897 Yes virgina there is a Santa Claus written as they are to be written with one’s faith and belief in the jolly St. Nicholas, who became known as Santa Claus in the eyes and mind of a precious eight year old girl named Virgina who wrote a letter to the editor of a local newspaper in 1897 asking about Santa Claus and the likes – the clipping from 1897, says it all and right to the point with the true meaning of the ole jolly himself.

It’s my wish that everyone has a safe Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New Year in 2014.

Make a Christmas difference!


For generations, Christmas magic has been abound in the minds of those who truly believe in the magic of Christmas and the holiday spirit of Santa Claus. The magic of Christmas bring the hearts of the mighty and those who are willing to believe the magic of Christmas isn’t just about the birth of Jesus, but, the celebration of his life and accomplishments he left behind on earth, before rising to heaven.

The holidays bring, family and friends together to celebrate the centerpiece of Christmas – fabled or not, the true meaning rests on with those who truly believe in the magic of Christmas and the legacy, that has lasted for generations. Christmas is the celebration of Christ as some say, but, also the mass of his legacy as well.

The two bring the meaning of Christmas in the hearts of those who’ve experienced despair and life changes – but, for some, they’ve lost touch with the true spirits of life. Many of them have been living or walking the streets for years and have lost the joy of spending Christmas with family and friends they left behind.

I met a homeless man not to long ago, who’s been living on the streets for more than four years and left behind his family for reason’s known to him. One night, I was sitting at a restaurant not far from my house in the wee hours of the morning, watching his stagger into the restaurant asking for something warm to eat and drink. People had shown disregard toward him has he was stone cold in hungry and drunk. A few minutes later, he stepped outside and sat on the cold brick wall of the flower planter and decided to walk toward the parking lot, only to fall and hit himself in the head in the parking lot.

I was surprised see that no one had seen him fall. There’s a stark reminder that millions of people have been living the streets for so many days, months and years without seeing their family and friends, ultimately disappearing from their social circles of life.

Michael was his name, he was alone and the act of kindness of a stranger who decided to help him needlessly in the time of need, became his lifeline. That act of kindness become my duty, my intentions were to make sure he was safe and sound from his fall, but, his medical condition was uncertain, has he was alert and staggering and talkative as he possibly could.

It pegs me to see that Cities and Counties struggle to look and handle homeless populations differently, than, most cities who look to positive results to return them to society and getting their lives turned around being on the brings of failure and despair.

When it comes to the holidays, the struggles of life become a hardship, a scary alien of times to be exact – but, for those who feel the power of change, can feel the power of being part of society once again. The life of living on the streets and the idea of being homeless is a scare trot down the block – but, for some, they never return home in time for Christmas.

It’s only a penny of thought that the good can be done, while a right and a deed can go a long way in helping those in need with the magic of Christmas. Very few folks ever see the light of being kind, instead, they see the light of the darkness of those who tend to be greedy and mistuned to misfortune to those looking for change and a better life, than living on the streets.

Catapult, them all together and you bring the magic in their belief that there is someone out there that needs the kindness of an Angel. An angel that can spread its wings and show them that world isn’t about being in despair, but, being the life and goals, they’ve once dreamed of can be refocused to a memory of the past to a longing success.

This holiday season, give someone the gift of Christmas and the magic and faith in the spirit of love and kindness. Change a face or two and open up to the power of generosity and make a appalling difference in someone’s life this holiday season. I’m betting – your thinking “why not” and make a life worth changing and family feel welcomed to the spirit of Christmas.

After all – “it’s the magic of Christmas and the act of kindness, that’s changes a person’s life, more than you could ever imagine.”

This blog article is Copyrighted by Jeff Newton@2012

The good ole days: “A Wonderful Life”


Childhood memories make great Christmas stocking stuffers. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been slacking with a severe case of Hawaiian punch. “No, I’ve not been drinking a television commercial folks.” A recent childhood best friend revealed to me via email that, I’ve been slacking on the blog lately and “I’ve been deadbeat slow,” as he said, from Maui, Hawaii, where he now lives with his girlfriend Naomi.

The two recently, moved to Maui during and settled for some prime sand off the coast of Maui. But, all this slacking has given me, a 360 degree dose of Writer’s and blogger’s block these past few weeks – even though, I’ve been trying to work on a Christmas theme type blog piece – but, getting the right inspiring thought and topic, hadn’t been the greatest use of my writing and blogging time – most of it, still has to do with the recent death of my dog back in October.

Now, about that childhood memory – Even, Garrett is watching my blog closely from Maui, just to make sure, I’m blogging and writing, not slacking like an idiot! “Slimy beach bastard..!” “No, pun dude, just a laugh jerker from the Northwest, it ain’t easy when you run out of topics to write about, blogging-wise.”

One of the childhood memories, Garret brought up during a recent email exchange between the two of us from his home in Hawaii was, the way we used to play to play together as kids, in the likes of being “Firemen!” It was during the early 1970’s, when a popular television show was shown weekly, on NBC called “Emergency!” The series changed the lives of children watching an action drama series about two fictional Los Angeles County Fire Department Paramedics, “John Gage and Roy Desoto” and their friends of the fictional L.A. County Fire Station 51 in Carson City, Ca., just outside of Los Angeles.

Garrett, Myself and a few other neighborhood boys used to play Firemen, all the time and used my parents green sofa as the basis of a “hook and ladder truck,” at the time. I started to shed some tears, as I read his email and reflected a flashback of the time, which suddenly came alive as I continued to read his email. I had forgotten about the memory of us playing firemen together and several of our friends in the early 1970’s. “How, in the hell, a blogger and writer like Me, would forgot such a childhood memory in the course of my adult lifetime,” I asked myself while reading his email?

The silent voices from my head tell me – “Newton, you’re a friggin’ slacker of memory chips!” Go figures, I’m thinking, I must be a slacker idiot to begin with! Sheesh, thanks Jaros for mentioning it, by the way – “Your right, I have been slacking lately.”

But, the one thing for sure, the the drama series led to my career in being a volunteer firefighter and for more years, than, I can swing an axe with in my adult life today. In fact there’s a little history behind the “Station 51” on the show of “Emergency!” as it aired on NBC in the 1970’s. Something, that Garrett would be amazed about as he reads this blog post! “You didn’t think, I’d go that far did you dude?” “Figured that..!”

At the time, the Los Angeles County Fire Department didn’t have a “Station 51” at the time series was on the air, however, L.A. County Fire Station 127 was the “stand-in” at the time of the show. Decades, later, the very same fire station, which now operates as L.A.Co. Fire Dept., Station 127 and finally, the Fire Dept., built a real “Station 51” near Universal Studios with Engine 51, Squad 51 and Cart 51 at the Universal Lot and is a functional operating Fire Station of the L.A. Co. Fire Department – the tourist trams of the studio goes right by the fire station, I’m told and what I’ve heard and read about the history of behind Station 127 and Station 51.

The original apparatus’s used in the show have been retired from service and can be seen at the Los County Fire Department Museum in Los Angeles.

The memory of two Oregon boys, who became best friends for life with memories abound, hasn’t faded with one of them and the other still looses the charm of memory and slacking in his adult life of a memory childhood, nearly drained from the fuel tanks of life, has once again fueled his debate between choices of life.

I haven’t heard such stories of my childhood for years and decades to that have gone by without notice and fanfare. This particular memory, made me swell a few tears or gotten me into a little emotional little state of memory nearly lost in the memories of my childhood to adult life. It’s the reality of life, when your childhood was once a cherished memory – later in life in your adult lie it becomes a cherished memory the million dollar smile, that had been nearly forgotten.

It was 1970’s, when three young neighborhood boys became my best friends for life, Steven, David, Garret and I couldn’t have had a better childhood, than most of us would’ve imagined. Even though, we’ve gone separate ways in our adult lives and I still see Steve and David, occasionally via social media and in person.

Its one of those things in life that you utterly forget from time to time, until a close friend brings you the surprising gift of memory and later, you get it confirmed by your own mother. “An incredible journey of memory.” Some specific things, I utterly can remember, other’s have faded into the achieves of life.

Perhaps, this is what Christmas is all about? The castaway of life? The ultimate gift of life and memory? As George Bailey’s Guardian Angel, “Clarence” wrote in George’s Bible, in the movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “Remember, no man is a failure that has friends.” Clarence could be right all along in today’s reality of life. I couldn’t have agreed with Clarence on that statement, he made to George Bailey in his bible left atop a basket of money. Even, though, I would bet the dollar of bets, my own guardian angel would literally say the same thing, as if he or her were watching over my shoulder, while writing this blog post.

In fact, “it is a Wonderful Life,” as I come to think of it – “life can be the greatest test of all mankind,” even though, I’m still learning new things about my childhood, that has begotten me in my adult life. It’s all good and a great laugh track with a good friend on the islands.

Thanks for the buttercup of memory, dude, you just made the smiles of my Christmas in the memories of our childhood together – how inspiring can that be to one’s life as we grow older as Writers.

This blog article is Copyrighted by Jeff Newton@2012

28 days to go


Christmas-Tree-Fireplace  The carefully decorated Christmas Tree filled my Grandparent’s house with an aroma of Douglas Firs towering high and mighty as we returned from our annual Christmas tree hunt in the nearby hills of the family farm. It was a memory that cherished a chastity of memories that lasted a lifetime. But, it has been decades, since my family and extended family of relatives ever gotten together for such a family Christmas that brought us all together at the most wonderful time of the year – Christmas.

With 28 days to go, until the 12th Christmas of the 21st Century, the Christmas’s of the 20th Century lay in the heartbeat of memories only you could cherish for decades to come. I’m older, wiser, smarter and more mature now, than, I ever was back when one would ever understand the real meaning of Christmas to begin with.

Very few get that honor and the will of lifetime. I’ve had so many dreams throughout the years of my life, that, my middle ages seem to be in an immortal state of uncertainty with life. Changes in the world, make you wonder what is next and if this is actually the time “to go home?” “It’s immortal,” as I said, before. But, it’s not stopping me from enjoying the “facts of life” and the endowment of giving back to the necessity of life.

It’s an honor to witness the greatest adventures of life has an amazing gift to have and cherish during the holiday season. But, brokering the greatest deal of a lifetime, becomes the norm – “a willing encouragement to survive is the basic gift of life.” Christmas is only part of it, to begin with. “It’s life, a simple life, an easy gift to spare, not to ruin the stupid carburetor in Dad’s 1967 Chevy or to blow the engine to pieces in Grandpa’s old Skylark!”

It was that simple – Christmas. The joy of giving and the joy of having family and friends you’ve known for a lifetime. It’s only that if I had known my own biological Father, Brother and Sisters, if there were any of that on the opposite sex? But, the truth is – Family – the one you grew up knowing for life. The one’s you trusted and confided in for those “secret triple squares and handshakes that made us siblings and best friends for life.

I may have grown up a single child, but, in a heartbeat, it didn’t stop me from caring and loving an entire family, that only loved, but, stood by me throughout the years of life. Someday, just someday, those “biological calls,” of life will happen either in meeting or in the heavens? It’s only truth and honor as God said, but, we often wonder, what are the odds of life of ever seeing that very same instance of a lifetime as winning the Jackpot in the Powerball $500 Million Lotto? I ain’t the bookie or the matchmaker from heaven, I’m just the soul of a body, looking for an inspirational holiday story to write, blog and inspire others to give their thoughts of including others in their holiday plans and more.

If I had a choice, I could literally “leapfrog” it, no, not the kids game silly – think of it as a “quantum leap” type of thing or something? Something that would take you back into time, the Ghost of Christmas Past is one of them, but, more like a time machine – something out of an H.G. Wells movie or novel of the same name – but, with a modern day added to it?

At least – it’s got me thinking a bit. “Ahoy mate!”