'Tis The Season
Yes, it occurs to me.
Christmas may possibly come and go with the holiday cheer being nothing more than but a whimper, if at all. Why? This must be the politically correct way to feel nowadays, or not even. Likely that the spirit is just collectively sucked out of all of us in this country (or could it be in all the terror-stricken world?), given all the tragedies happening, both natural and personal, with the upheaval brought about by war, and the failing economy, whose effects ultimately come to visit all our homes.
I have not seen christmas so dim as right now, I must admit. Then again it's not enough to snuff out the joy that wells in my heart whenever it 'tis the season to be jolly... Yes, I must have taken that song too much to heart. Or maybe it's just that Christmas has never failed me yet.
As I am wont to do, I just began to panic shop and frantically wrap and send the presents I set out to give, being always amazed and impressed (with myself) that I live through the usual stressful but exciting motion and make a photofinish of the task, on the twelve days of christmas, every year. You see, old habits die hard.
It occurs to me, yes.
Christmas may not feel as christmasy as usual, but to compare, for instance, love is not a feeling, an emotion. I may not feel all that giddy nor tingly but I know that like my soft, warm and trusty old blanket, both are here, in fact, and very much alive, at home. And I will absolutely rest well on that.
And now, to wrap more of those presents ...
falalalala lala lala.
Filed Under: Seasons
Christmas may possibly come and go with the holiday cheer being nothing more than but a whimper, if at all. Why? This must be the politically correct way to feel nowadays, or not even. Likely that the spirit is just collectively sucked out of all of us in this country (or could it be in all the terror-stricken world?), given all the tragedies happening, both natural and personal, with the upheaval brought about by war, and the failing economy, whose effects ultimately come to visit all our homes.
I have not seen christmas so dim as right now, I must admit. Then again it's not enough to snuff out the joy that wells in my heart whenever it 'tis the season to be jolly... Yes, I must have taken that song too much to heart. Or maybe it's just that Christmas has never failed me yet.
As I am wont to do, I just began to panic shop and frantically wrap and send the presents I set out to give, being always amazed and impressed (with myself) that I live through the usual stressful but exciting motion and make a photofinish of the task, on the twelve days of christmas, every year. You see, old habits die hard.
It occurs to me, yes.
Christmas may not feel as christmasy as usual, but to compare, for instance, love is not a feeling, an emotion. I may not feel all that giddy nor tingly but I know that like my soft, warm and trusty old blanket, both are here, in fact, and very much alive, at home. And I will absolutely rest well on that.
And now, to wrap more of those presents ...
falalalala lala lala.
Filed Under: Seasons
Poppycock | 12/14/2004 |
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