Sister Winter
Wednesday, December 5th, 2007The holidays are racing toward me at lightning speed. I can no longer feel the tip of my permanently-pressed-against-a-window nose (a gift from my father), I’ve pulled out my Peoria-coat (a story for another time), and yesterday, I paid way too much for firewood. I can’t help it–I’m a sucker for a hard-luck story.
And yet, I haven’t put up a single Christmas decoration; haven’t even retrieved the holiday-green Rubbermaid containers from the basement. I’m not sure why.
I’m usually quite festive by now. It’s not bah humbugism–I was glad to hear a quartet of tubas from the university band playing carols on the corner today. And, my 3-year old choir is clearly outsinging their 4-year old counterparts in rehearsals for the upcoming Christmas concert at church (I’m quite proud of them). I’ve even partially filled the fields in my holiday gift Excel file. Go ahead, laugh! I won’t forget anyone, and next year, the redneck cousins won’t receive the same gift twice.
Maybe it is all the change in my life right now. All of the new decisions. I believe the majority of them have actually been made. The difficulty now is explaining them to all affected parties and dealing with the resulting consequences.
However, I need to refocus and remember my place in the cosmos. There is a reason I am here, yes. But there is a much bigger reason for the holiday.
I’m listening to Sufjan Stevens’ Songs for Christmas. It’s wonderful, and Sufjan does several versions of my very favorite carol, O Come O Come Emmanuel. And, the box includes nice stickers.