Ah, Thanksgiving holiday, you’ve been so good to us . . .
It began with a somewhat unexpected visit from a cousin, and ended with a somewhat unexpected visit from an aunt and uncle. In betwixt were delights of all sorts and varieties—stories and laughter; an endless flow of coffee and short little naps; sunshine above us, crunchy leaves beneath our feet. And let’s not forget the food, which I dare say was more delicious than ever. The pies? Eh. My pie crusts had issues; mainly, they didn’t quite fit in the pan (despite rolling out until they tore and had to be pieced back together again). The pumpkin pie looked as though someone had nibbled upon the edges; the upside down apple cheese pie didn’t have the cool plate-like crust at the bottom. But they tasted quite delectable, so I’m gonna go ahead and chalk them up as a win.
The only oddity: my indifference toward Christmas.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas. Love it. It’s far and wide my favorite holiday; typically, I cannot wait to put up decorations at the close of Thanksgiving.
But this year was different.
This year there were a few too many insipid Christmas songs playing on the radio, a few too many advertisements for sales and promotions. I wanted to linger amid colors of rust, saffron, and burnt umber . . . stroll through a quiet park with leaves falling as confetti . . . soak in the beauty of simplicity . . .
Christmas decorations went up all the same, mind you. Most impressive of all? They went up without a hitch—even the tree lights, if you can even believe! They worked when tested; they worked when put upon the tree. There was nary a profanity uttered.
As my brother would say, it was a Christmas miracle.
So yes, the last few days were delightful, thank you. Better yet, they served to remind me what it is I love about this holiday season.
I hope the same may be said of yours . . .