They say that Christmas is a celebration of love and kindness and it is. We know that Christmas is the celebration of Jesus’ birth on earth and it is! Can there be a greater joy than singing “Happy Birthday!” to your Lord? Well, there are too many joys to count in this upwards dialog so let’s downgrade the talking to Santa and giving presents to each other – consider this a shadow of the greater context.
Heidi Klum, when she turned 40, was asked by a reporter how she feels about the prefix change. You know all those subtle insinuations about getting old, wrinkles and other pains. She graciously returned: “I’m still around, ain’t I?” Isn’t this a great reason to be grateful? That we are around and still rocking no matter the prefix! How about the prefix five, like in 50? Hm, not my concern. I’m only 47, way to go…
Some women use to claim a younger age, with a total nonchalance. I found myself stating a higher age: like 45 when I still had months to go before my 45th birthday. Then 47, same thing. But wait… a minute… guess I’ve already had my 48th birthday. That makes me 48. Hm… So what? Math is not my strongest asset. Who knows, maybe I’ll always imagine myself being 47, ha, hah…
I don’t have to sit and wait for the 50th birthday to hit me and make me realize how many lifestyle changes I gotta carry out: that I must exercise more carefully and oftenly, dashing the dam around our little town on a daily basis, or dancing out of pleasure (and out of the blue), or (God forbid) looking for a radical restoration.
When I was 36 (well, almost), on a summer day I woke up (from anesthesia) with a pair of twins in my arms, one baby on each side. I realized then (in spite of a harrowing fatigue) that I MUST stay young for them. On a side note, I heard the spirit of competition whispering in my ear: you’ll play with the 20-something mothers in kindergarten, at 40! I didn’t wish my kids to live with the perception that their “granny” is taking them to school. Not sure if I managed to hide my age well enough. What matters is that I’m trying, every day, to look ten years younger. And now, with the new prefix on the horizon, I’ll have to try twice as hard to make me look twenty years younger. Hm, good that I’m motivated. This desire – to look and feel great – watered down the dreaded effects of peri- and post-menopause. Or maybe I simply overlooked them…
Alright, you may say, kids and competition were good reasons to fight time back, but how on earth can you ignore the rebelling hormones?! This sounds like a tough one. The answer that I’ll give you will sound even tougher: sex! Plenty of crazy love-making with hubby. Intimate sex or filmed sex. Nude walking and working out. Exposing myself to the sunshine (or the neighbors if they don’t mind) and posing on erotic sites. Loosening hormones can beat the menopause rebellion. Orgasms provide enough fireworks to chase panic away. Erotic braveness has the potential to cure moods and deflate depressions.
But hey, please allow me to quit the general and delve a bit down into the particular. It’s a common confusion nowadays to mix those two and run into many wrong corners. I’m not talking here about any sex, casual sex, orgiastic orgasms, erotic promiscuity. Not at all! The midlife sexual adventures that I’m indulging in gravitate around my only man (wondering how many of these emanate from his planning?). I love this man of mine and I can tell you that, at least for a woman, loveless sex could be more detrimental than no sex at all. Superb sex is a side effect of love. Here’s an excerpt from a love letter that I wrote hubby shortly after he totally ravished my brains, my nerves and every muscle in me. I was still dripping as I wrote…
“You did not ask me how it was. Perhaps that watching and hearing — and tasting — gave you an idea. Yes! My body language, or should I say my body blaring, gave you the wanted answers before you had to inquire. You did your job way too well, you worked hard, long and marvelously! You made me laugh like mad and when I laugh then I discharge – which brings me to bliss. I still feel so much better because of this continuous tickling. Yes, it will vanish eventually and then I’ll remember it and wish for more, when time will allow us again. As I enjoy reading compliments about my photo shootings, let me assume that you’ll enjoy reading this little line in French. We all need a compliment or two, at least just to make sure that we didn’t do anything wrong… Therefore: à ta langue et à ton pénis, je dis BRAVO!!!”
Paraphrasing (not just) Oscar movies, I’ll sum it up: our best years are ahead of us, all we need is love, sex is less about games and much more about sport.
Now let us read some original Christmas quotes.
“Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people only once a year.” Victor Borge (1909-2000), who was born Børge Rosenbaum, was a Danish and American comedian, conductor and pianist, affectionately known as The Clown Prince of Denmark.
“The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.” George Carlin (1937-2008), American stand-up comedian.
“The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, DC. This wasn’t for any religious reasons. They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.” Tonight Show host Jay Leno.
“Christmas is the one time of year when people of all religions come together to worship Jesus Christ.” Bart Simpson.
“Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won’t make it white.” Bing Crosby (1904-1977), American actor and singer who had a million-selling hit with I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas.
“Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.” The Conductor, Polar Express.