Storm waits for Santa
Why do only a few hours make a difference in that Christmas feeling? The musical and mystical hours of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, no matter how quiet and ordinary they might be, evoke such different feelings than Dec. 26 or maybe Dec. 27th. Today we got up to bitter cold in Wichita, but the snow had not materialized as expected. We packed up and left Storm watching as our son headed into work and we headed east to stop by all the parents on the way home. Even as I wanted to get home, I knew it would feel different.
As we walked in, the phone was ringing with the first of several incoming scam and spam calls, despite the Missouri No Call law. Then I opened the computer to find my blog splattered with long lists of spam addresses in the comment sections. I can’t figure out what to do about that; anyone know? Then the mail…lots of bills finally arriving to be paid. No, not what I would consider a welcome home!
One of my emails from a friend said her tree was down and put away on the 25th. I looked at my living room and thought how I dreaded to shove ALL this back into the closet again. Then, Christmas does last until January 6th so if I could ignore the “stuff”, it would not be as dated as it feels this evening. Still tonight I will plug in all the little white lights and continue to enjoy them as long as possible.
Long-cooked oatmeal sounds good for supper tonight…maybe some real butter on toast and a pot of herbal tea. I think of the New Year coming and the plans begin to form. What will I blog? What will I submit? What will I write? How will I fight the tight waistbands of Christmas 2012?
From the corner of my eye, I see new books and magazines waiting. Ah, everything can wait one more night! Miss Scarlett would approve: I will think about all of this tomorrow!