You’re here!? You slipped in the back door while I was struggling to wrap my brain around the way autumn suddenly became buried in wet and cold. Did we skip September? Does anyone remember anything about October other than the massive amounts of Halloween candy we accidentally ate?
Summer is a complete blur.
But now you’re here, December, and you bring all the emotions. All the memories.
I binge watch old black-and-white holiday movies and re-read Little Women, one of my favorite Christmas stories. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Santa Claus is Coming to Town are old friends to me. And I still feel sad when Frosty melts away.
Soon I’ll do a little decorating around the house, display my collection of vintage ornaments and bottle brush trees, maybe string twinkle lights on my Little Free Library. And I’ll take in the hustle and bustle of the city sidewalks, busy sidewalks, because I enjoy it all. It feels new and renewing to me each year.
Dear December, you sometimes stir melancholy feelings, too, thoughts of those no longer here, those behind our special family traditions. I remind myself that even though they are gone, they aren’t far away. Then I play Christmas music.
Yes, I’m that person. The person who loves Christmas music.
I think about the Christmas story found in Luke 2:10, a visual masterpiece painted in five sentences. Lyrical, magical words that transport and transform those who believe. A passage I’ve known my whole life.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this [shall be] a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
Good tidings of great joy. That’s my favorite way to think of you, December.
So yes, December, although I’m not completely prepared, I’m delighted to see you again.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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Christmas Time is Here, Vince Guaraldi