So, now it is December I can quit ranting about Thanksgiving being shoved aside for the commercialism of Halloween and Christmas. I’ve been telling everyone that each time a Christmas light is lite or a carol is sung before December the elves drown a baby reindeer. The herd is getting pretty small ….
Tomorrow after Sweetie spends the morning in his masochistic sport of chucker hunting, we will buy our Forest Service Christmas tree permit, and will hunt out our perfect tree; fresh and green. Over the years since the chicks have flown the coop, I have developed my own Christmas decorating ritual; I fill a crystal goblet with eggnog (no, not homemade), put in my favorite Christmas movie It’s a Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed and begin draping the fireplace in greenery, and placing the Nativity fresh from its wrappings in its place of honor near the front door where it is the first thing I see entering, leaving or passing the hallway. The next evening once the tree is cut and placed ready for decorating I will again pour eggnog and put in my other most favorite Christmas movie, the 1951 black and white version of A Christmas Carol with Alistair Sims as Scrooge.
As the children and grandchildren have grown there are few wrapped gifts ‘round the yule tree as in years past … gift cards, activity passes, ski days or gifts of service have taken the place of the wrapped and stacked booty of yesteryear. There will be a Christmas village beneath the branches and empty gift bags as a reminder to myself that the greatest gift I can give is of myself; to give of my time, talents and everything with which the Lord has blessed me.
Christmas … a reminder of God’s greatest gift to us, His Son, Jesus Christ.
Life is good … Happy first week of December!