I always forget this part.
I look forward to the Christmas season all year long. The music, the festive colors, the reminder of what it all means. Sure, it's hectic. And sure, sometimes I get stressed. But what I think of first is the warmth of the season and the sense of celebration.
Then December approaches, and it starts. The rumbling of the retailers. By Thanksgiving week, it's built to a ferocious din as all the stores try to outdo each other. To beat each other to the punch. To be open sooner, to have the sale that YOU CAN'T MISS or you'll be throwing money away. Put down that eggnog!
I'm not into crowds. I usually stay home. But even here, with the blinds drawn, it's hard to escape the persistent feeling that if I'm not shopping RIGHT NOW, it's costing me a fortune.
This year, I'm not only drawing my blinds, I'm thinking of caulking my windows.
I'm neurotic enough without retailers telling me it's do or die and DON'T MISS OUT.
So this year, more than ever, I'm determined to make Christmas what I always promise myself it will be. A time to curl up with that eggnog, listen to the music and, by golly, read some of those Christmas books I've been looking forward to all year.
Yeah, I'll go shopping, too. When I'm good and ready.
Peace on Earth is there for us -- if we allow ourselves to slow down long enough to grasp it.
Don't miss out.