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Sunday, December 1, 2013

December's doldrums

If December comes, can drab cold be far behind?
December...the word even sounds colder than November. No fall isn't over officially yet, but you treasure each day when the temperature is in the 50s. We know what is lurking on the horizon, in the Canadian north.
The days turn drab, withstanding the blitz of Christmas glitz and glitter and the assault of commercial noise, from the ringing of Salvation Army bells to the non-stop non-religious "Christmas" music blaring from stores.
Everyone seems ready for the year to just be over--at school and work--knowing the frenetic hassle that ironically leads up to a day honoring the "King of Peace."
Home becomes a sanctuary, from the coming weather, and the looming lunacy of packed stores. That's when it's good to decorate the tree, sit down by the fire, read a book, talk and laugh, pet the cats, drink some  wine, and hear "Silent Night." Only then does December bring calm.

1 comment:

  1. Yep, you have to stay centered this time of year. The more it speeds up, the slower I get.

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