Then it's done, you're coasting to a stop, and at once the simultaneous relief and letdown flood your every pore. (On a side, note, my post-holiday nausea probably isn't caused by motion sickness, but instead by a horrifyingly out-of-control consumption of cookies...)
As usual, I'm feeling much more relief than any other emotion. Christmas has pretty much lost most of its association with Christ, from what I see; mostly, it feels like a giant buy-a-thon these days. Not to mention that it's feeling rather brutal of late, what with pepper-sprayed shoppers and gun-toting, sneaker-buying thugs getting all the news coverage. This is why I shop second-hand, people—most shoppers can't afford weapons or self-defense sprays at the Goodwill.
So, honestly, I'm glad it's all over. Now comes the season of steeling oneself for the survival of long, cold, winter months. But already the days are getting a tiny bit longer, aren't they? We can cling to that, even while knit scarves and hats cling to our hair and throats as we try to endure the misery.
Happily, I am once again amazed and touched at the generosity of friends and family around us. We are really blessed, in so many ways. I guess that if I were to make a resolution, it would be to cultivate a genuine attitude of gratitude. A grateful heart really does change a person's perspective.
I found some great little Mary Engelbreit cards on clearance at the craft store, and one of them spoke to me: "If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change the way you think about it!"
That will be my goal. Because, truly, I feel like time is slipping away faster than I can mark it. Alongside the relief of holidays safely past, crouching unobtrusively next to my snow boots, is the quiet, sobering realization that I don't have nearly as much time as I thought I did.
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There is so much hype before Christmas, and then it is over. But, as I said to Jordan two days ago, Christmas is not over until the wise men come (or until the Lord is baptized). So we can at least hold on to the Christ part!
Yesterday certainly was a rude awakening into the end of Christmas (according to school breaks) and the beginning of the cold, snowy season. But good for you for looking on the bright side. I try to tell myself that the snow is pretty and it helps me appreciate the sun all the more (but I was saying a lot of prayers yesterday while driving in a squall to pick up J from school).
:-)
good points, about holding on to the Christ part!
the snow only looks pretty to me a) from inside a warm house, or b) when I'm wrapped head to toe in waterproof down, and then only for about 8 minutes.
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