Friday, December 10, 2010
We don't ever move through the holiday season in exactly the same way, for the same variety of reasons I'm sure you don't, either. Some of it is logistical, some of it continually finding a balance; feeling out what makes sense in the here and now. We'll be getting our Christmas tree this weekend, and in my mind that's when we really step into the holidays, even though we've been edging that way for a couple of weeks now. For those things I know to be a constant, that define the rest of this month for me, I can't wait. The cocoa with marshmallows; paper snowflakes, if perhaps no real ones; singing Silent Night by candlelight on Christmas Eve; the wearing of some velvet and some sparkle; mistletoe; sitting by the fire and gazing at the white lights and the tree and pondering God once being human. Soaking in that still, that peace. Making things together. Anticipation and preparation and laughter. Games and puzzles and peanut brittle and a home full of pine scent. Singing along to carols. Contemplating sleeping by the tree, and perhaps doing it. I'm ready.