Tis the season to eat grilled cheese and soup next to Harry (this is a test of your memory; Harry is our Christmas tree).
Tis the season to slide across the church parking lot because it’s slippery and your shoes have zero traction.
Tis the season to plot to send care packages laden with love.
Tis the season to rejoice that the fridge is overstocked with butter.
It’s a busy time of year, but it’ll be a time to recharge for me. Time to go to the dentist again, time to eat my mom’s good cooking, time to bake (which I consider therapy), time to rekindle my friendships with those I don’t see much.
And time to sit alone in the house by Harry (so, mostly alone), and breathe deeply. Time to reflect over the past semester and to dream about the next one.
I hope your Christmas is like that, too. You can spend time alone with your thoughts and Christmas tree. Then you can play Christmas music and sing along unabashedly. You can pretend that you sound JUST LIKE Whitney Houston in The Preacher’s Wife soundtrack or Karen Carpenter. Then you can pick up a huge book (might I suggest the brilliants Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina – before you see the movie? I’m re-reading that this break.) and start to wade through it.
Or if that scenario doesn’t represent pure joy for you, you can come up with your own.
Whether you think you have time for it or not, may this time of year refresh you. May you have moments of solitary wonder and awe at something beautiful, whether it’s a huge book and an equally huge cookie or something else.