Here they come round the bend like a pack of dogs chasing that rabbit on a racetrack.
No way to slow them down, no way to step to the side and ward off the relentless message that Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming soon-so, so soon.
Stores scream, “You’ve got to buy it NOW! You’re running out of time!”
Billboards, radio and television ads, and calendars count down the days.
Decorations assault my eyes and ears and nose (thank you pumpkin everything!). I cannot get away. There’s no where to hide.
So I have decided to take the offensive. I will do the things that must be done as quickly, as efficiently and as quietly as possible.
I am sending Thanksgiving cards instead of Christmas cards. I like the fall colors better than traditional yuletide hues anyway. No one says the yearly update letter has to be postmarked in December.
Our gift-giving is much simpler now than before Dominic ran ahead to Heaven. I’m less inclined to wrap dozens of presents to pile under the tree and more likely to give cash or gift cards along with a heartfelt note. So I will get all this together before the weather warrants a fire here in the Deep South.
I’m easily overwhelmed.
And too much of anything just seems like entirely. too. much.
Instead of loads of decorating that involves changing out all the everyday with holiday, I will put out a few bright things and lots of candles.
Flickering light in approaching darkness speaks hope to my heart.
I will concentrate on people, not on things. I am making space on the calendar for casual conversation instead of constant motion.
I won’t be swept along by the yuletide current, struggling for air, barely making it to January and glad the holidays are over.
Sip and savor.
That’s my motto.
I’m sticking to it.