I have issues with Christmas. It’s the same problem I have with Easter. We observed the major holidays growing up because my mother is a believer. My dad was agnostic for most of his adult life though he’s switched back to the beliefs of his childhood now that he’s old. In a casual way – formal Catholicism isn’t his jam. My mother’s Anglican and that’s … Continue reading Here comes Santa Claus.
The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a hard one. Work sucks, there’s the inevitable post-celebration letdown, and the family and friend lovefest is likely starting to wear. Unless you’re a sitcom family – they do seasonal well. My ambivalence is being made worse by the cold front that’s descended: it’s hard to sort my feelings when I’m freezing. Minus twenty-six Celsius (minus fifteen … Continue reading The dog days of December.
I’ve killed this piece three times so far. I think the razing of yesterday’s ramblings on guilt was the last big gutting. But really, it was trite. Been there, done that. I wanted to like the paragraphs I wrote on our snow day but I don’t write descriptive dialogue very well: my imagery was stilted and hackneyed and didn’t do the juncos justice. It, too, … Continue reading Solo Celebrating.
The tree is up. It has no decorations this year but there’s a two-year-old in the house so the decision to go “only lights” is a logical one. I’m not interested in playing “find the ornament” ever again. The décor is out as well; again, in a limited fashion and placed up high. The presents are wrapped and tucked away in my closet; the few … Continue reading Insert appropriate seasonal greeting here.
From Famine to Feast. 