I’m ready, for the most part. It’s been a very busy week and the days have flown by. The cookies have all been made and the presents wrapped. The celebrating begins tonight and ends tomorrow night. It will be a whirlwind of parties and activity. Tonight we’ll be at my sister’s house with my extended family. Tomorrow, during the day, we’ll be with Mark’s extended family. And tomorrow night, we’ll be with my best friend, Gina and her family. Brad comes home on Sunday and things will be on the quiet side for a few days until his girlfriend, Heather arrives for New Year’s weekend.
Is it just me, or does anyone else find themselves on Christmas, quietly thinking, “Not yet…” ?
The older I get, the more I’ve come to appreciate the generosity and charm of the days leading up to Christmas more than the day itself. I love the atmosphere of hope and joy, selflessness and kindness. It’s as if everyone shares this wonderful secret and we can see it in each other’s eyes when we look at one another. Smiles are more abundant, strangers seem friendlier. Even those with hardened hearts seem to have softened a bit. THAT is what I love about Christmas. When I woke up this morning, I felt myself thinking, “Not yet.” I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to go back to normal the day after tomorrow, when we all climb back inside the shells of our own worlds.
I can do without the frantic daily need to shop, bake and make everything perfect. But I would love to have that Christmas feeling every day of the year. And maybe that’s possible, and maybe it has to start with me. Maybe the day after Christmas doesn’t have to be a huge letdown, but a new beginning. Hmmm….
Christmas time is here! Merry Christmas, everyone!