Time to start putting up my mother's Christmas decorations. I really don't like decorating for the holidays, but my mother is still very fond of them. So, being a somewhat good son, I will put up her outside lights and start on the tree...even though I don't care for the task.
I guess that one reason I really don't care for Christmas much is that I spent so many years in retail. Being single, I don't have much cause to celebrate holidays. I mostly do it for my mom.
Last year I said that I wouldn't be in this City for another holiday season, yet here I am. My own fault...I should be gone now and have know one to blame but myself. That's the dangers of procrastination. In a way, I wish I liked the season more because I could get more into the decorating and all.
I guess what I need is a bit of the old magic I used to feel as a child. That's where all the fun is...in the eyes and hearts of children, waiting for Santa and counting the days until that special morning when they rush down to the tree and noisily celebrate the way only children can do!
If I could only hear the wonderful laughter of small children again on Christmas morning, it would almost make the whole thing worth it. But that is not to be, at least not this year, or last year, or the year before that.
With grown ups where my children used to be, with grandchildren that I never see on holidays if at all, with most aquaintences of mine celebrating with their families (and justly so) my roomies and I will start the morning of the Lord's birthday the same of most others. Get up, give thanks for making it through the night, wishing the Lord a happy birthday and then relaxing and helping myself to more of the special treats and eats that seem to show up this time of the year.
Sometime during the day, I'll make another vow to myself to NOT be here for another holiday! Maybe this time I'll be able to follow through with it. Just maybe...
Now, how about another cup of coffee before I start on the decorating...want to help?