The days are darker and we have at least 2 weeks left till the winter's solstice.......the shortest day; ...i'm flooded with wistful technicolor images this season.... after visiting a nurse who is dying, I walk home past the Christmas tree lot and breathe in....I slow down on the bridge to see the city sparkle in even more lights than usual.......I laugh at my 4 year old nephew's quizzical confusion of how things ended up in his stocking already when Santa Claus is supposed to come on the 24th.....holiday music in stores, on the radio and Uma's and Sachin's rendition of Rudolph the Red nose Reindeer......a box of homemade cookies in an angel adorned box from my patient.....the word "magic" everywhere......and ubiquitous wishes for peace more now than ever
The celebration of lights started the season; in every culture 'round the world, from October to January, light is celebrated in the midst of the darkest time.....a reminder to hope, believe, and celebrate, to consider blessings (even those disguised) and cherish the invisible gifts......
will I have the perfect tree?--probably not.....will I get my holiday cards out this year?--hm, that's a toss up.....will I run up my credit card?--a resounding yes! Am I too old to stop and look at every decorated tree in the shop windows? Has hallmark made our expectations for the holidays too unreasonable? Have holiday work parties made us develop allergies?
I don't have a lot of answers but I can't wait to decorate my tree, I love watching my niece and nephew open presents and my sister and I still eat our daily chocolate as we open the little windows on our Advent calendar....I know for sure that hope can't be destroyed and there is no such thing as too many lights .....
Dear Santa,
Did you get my special wish for a mistletoe kiss?
