Me, I'll bounce right back.
Pick a holiday, any holiday, celebrated at the solstice time of year. Look at all of these people, and the decoration, and the music and the food. Look at the gifts, and these elaborate traditions.
We do this because we need it, don't we... How would we make through the cold and the dark without our islands of light?
It's after two in the morning, technically no longer Christmas, but really, the day doesn't end until I fall asleep. I have had a merry little Christmas indeed, the hard candy twinges notwithstanding. Christmas comes with some sadness. It's inevitable. It's the passage of time laid out plain. On islands we let down our guard. We have permission to become loose at the seams. I've thought of the missing faces a hundred times today, and the faces for whom time is frighteningly limited. But I haven't taken a moment for granted this year. And that is important. Every year we have together is priceless.
My material possessions have increased by a considerable little pile, best of the day being a restored video camera and a ridiculous dark blue leather jacket. It was a good year for the giving too.
And then there was too much food, and the company of people who mean well and love hard and are out of their minds. And at the end of the night, once things are quiet, and I get a moment to melt into the couch next to the tree, I think about that company and shake my head and know that despite everything, I am so incredibly lucky to have them.
It's drafty up here on the third floor. Wind is quite literally roaring outside my room. But what was that quote?
"Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still."
~Sir Walter Scott
We do this because we need it, don't we... How would we make through the cold and the dark without our islands of light?
It's after two in the morning, technically no longer Christmas, but really, the day doesn't end until I fall asleep. I have had a merry little Christmas indeed, the hard candy twinges notwithstanding. Christmas comes with some sadness. It's inevitable. It's the passage of time laid out plain. On islands we let down our guard. We have permission to become loose at the seams. I've thought of the missing faces a hundred times today, and the faces for whom time is frighteningly limited. But I haven't taken a moment for granted this year. And that is important. Every year we have together is priceless.
My material possessions have increased by a considerable little pile, best of the day being a restored video camera and a ridiculous dark blue leather jacket. It was a good year for the giving too.
And then there was too much food, and the company of people who mean well and love hard and are out of their minds. And at the end of the night, once things are quiet, and I get a moment to melt into the couch next to the tree, I think about that company and shake my head and know that despite everything, I am so incredibly lucky to have them.
It's drafty up here on the third floor. Wind is quite literally roaring outside my room. But what was that quote?
"Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still."
~Sir Walter Scott