Every year I find myself in the same situation. The year creeps along and the days turn colder and colder (or in our case, warmer and warmer) and suddenly you hear it. Sometimes sooner than you would ever want to. You might hear it on the radio, on television, or, as most of us have, at a store.
You’ll see it pop up in decorations and advertisements, it will seek you out. Christmas, it would seem, can’t wait to be here. And so it comes closer and faster every year. We are instantly swept up, whether we like it or not, in our checklists or the mayhem of shopping during this ever growing season. People who don’t celebrate Christmas can’t help but be confronted with the baby in a manger, as well as nearly getting trampled while trying to get a bargain.
It wasn’t always like that, though. Or perhaps it was and I just don’t remember. What I do remember is being a child and waiting patiently, counting down the days, and getting excited when the school Christmas party came along. It meant one thing, the countdown was almost over. Christmas was finally here!
And there was an exuberance about the whole thing. A rush of excitement instead of a rush for things. Sure, the presents and things were still a part of the equation, but the real rush of the holiday for me was seeing the half eaten plate of cookies in the morning and the empty glass of milk, seeing presents under the tree, and not having to leave my pajamas for most, if not all, of the day. Read the rest of this entry »