“One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don’t clean it up too quickly.” – Andy Rooney SO THE big day is nearly upon us and I say if it’s not done for Christmas by now, let it go. I will not, however, be following my own advice. I still have presents to wrap, a menu to plan and food to shop for – not to mention a rather lengthy list of last minute details to accomplish. But, that’s okay. A recent decision not to decorate the tree with anything butlights shinygarlandthisyear has freed up a bunch of time.
I like the cycle of Christmas, even though there is a predictable low point a few weeks in, where the spirit eludes me for awhile. I’m not alone in this; I’ve noticed it all over town. The happy excitement shopping generated right after Thanksgiving has been replaced with a sort of holiday slog, as people drag their kids and relatives up and down the store aisles, hoping to find something for that impossible person who is difficult to buy for.
Kids melt down and throw fits on the not-so-cleananymore store floors. The elderly move especially slowly. Moms, daughters and sisters begin to bicker; husbands and dads turn a strange yellowish color under the fluorescent store lights – similar to the pallor the flu casts. Everyone looks tired, feels broke and becomes a little pinched generosity-wise. And then the fun returns.