And So It Begins

Lisa Thomas • November 16, 2023

“Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat. 

“Please to put a penny in an old man’s hat . . .”


Whenever I hear those words, it’s in the voice of “Miss” Piggy from the Muppets—‘cause she and her cohorts decided to include that traditional little tune in their ever popular compilation “John Denver and The Muppets”. If you’ve never heard any of the songs they recorded together, I highly recommend their rendition of “The Twelve Days of Christmas” although on occasion our four-year-old grandson Malcolm prefers Bing Crosby’s version and will actually ask Alexa to play it for him. I suppose if you aren’t going to listen to the Muppets, Bing is the next best option. But I digress, as I so often do.


The joyous chaos of the holidays is rapidly descending upon us. As in Thanksgiving is next week and then Christmas is like the day after that. And although the majority of us may look forward to both there are some for whom the holidays will be a struggle, if not an actual curse—because someone special will be missing. It may be a mother or father, a sibling, spouse, child, or friend, but whoever it is, their absence can banish the joy from the season and instead fill it with dread and depression and maybe even fear, especially if their departure was a recent one.


There are ways for those who are struggling to survive the coming days, many of which involve taking care of themselves instead of everyone else. But that’s often hard to do. It’s hard to say no to something when you’ve always said yes . . . because you think everyone expects you to say yes. It’s hard to let go of the traditions when they are too painful to continue . . . because you think everyone expects you to continue. It’s hard to be happy and merry when your heart is broken.  


That’s where those of us who aren’t suffering from recent loss come in. I say it every year, but it bears repeating—so I will. Always extend the invitation but with the understanding—and acknowledgement—that they’re allowed to say no. Not including someone who is grieving can actually increase their feelings of isolation, but when they know you’re thinking of them, it can help ease the pain of the season, even if they choose not to be an active participant in the merriment.


Which brings me to one other point I’d like to make. At this time of year, the words Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays can roll off our tongues every time we greet someone or bid them farewell. It’s like we go on autopilot and those words become the official phrase of the season. But when you greet someone you know is struggling . . . when you find yourself face to face with their grief . . . instead of absent-mindedly voicing your preferred salutation of the holidays, maybe you could ask them how they’re doing. Are they all right? Tell them you know they’re missing that special person and it has to be hard. Say the name of the one they’ve lost and offer them the chance to share their struggle with you—I promise, you won’t be dredging up memories they’d just as soon forget. You’ll be honoring their grief and acknowledging their loss. And that will mean more to them than you can possibly imagine. It will mean even more if you really take the time and listen when they respond. After all, our time is the greatest gift we can give, no matter the season.



About the author:  Lisa Shackelford Thomas is a fourth-generation member of a family that’s been in funeral service since 1926.  She has been employed at Shackelford Funeral Directors in Savannah, Tennessee for over 40 years and currently serves as the manager there.  Any opinions expressed here are hers and hers alone and may or may not reflect the opinions of other Shackelford family members or staff.  


By Lisa Thomas February 5, 2026
Over the last week or so, we’ve lost a lot, and I don’t mean to Death, although he was one of the culprits. No, I’m talking about the destruction levied by Mother Nature . . .
By Lisa Thomas January 22, 2026
Rachel Beckwith was approaching her ninth birthday, complete with party-planning and all the anticipated gifts. But then she heard about Charity: Water . . .
By Lisa Thomas January 15, 2026
When I first married a hundred years ago, it was understood that every Christmas morning we would migrate to my husband’s grandmother’s home for a breakfast feast shared with everyone else in the family.
By Lisa Thomas January 8, 2026
It was the morning of Christmas Eve, and I was frantically trolling the aisles of Walmart (please don’t judge me . . .), looking for the last of the elusive stocking stuffers, ‘cause at our house stockings are always stuffed, most often to overflowing.
By Lisa Thomas December 19, 2025
In just a week . . . seven days as I write this . . . Christmas will arrive in all its magical splendor, followed closely by the New Year with all its promises and hope.
By Lisa Thomas December 10, 2025
It was December 25, 2009 and I was sitting in the combination living room/den at my in-laws’ house, surrounded by my husband’s family and a mountain of ribbons and shredded wrapping paper.
By Lisa Thomas December 4, 2025
It was one of those family-gathering occasions, the kind where the house is filled with laughter and conversations and at least two children running wild.
By Lisa Thomas November 20, 2025
A few weeks ago I was supposed to be in Memphis, spending a considerable amount of time in the great outdoors, specifically in cemeteries (which, if I can’t be in the middle of a forest, is the next best thing). According to the weather on my handy, dandy phone, this was not advisable.
By Lisa Thomas November 13, 2025
It’s that time of year. The time when we drag our traditions out of the closets and boxes and begin spreading them about the house. When recipes and recollections join together to create new memories or give life to old ones.
By Lisa Thomas November 5, 2025
Earl Columbus Strawn was 21 when he registered for the draft on June 5, 1917.