Normally, the day after Thanksgiving finds me working for 24 hours to get Christmas mostly up and in place, settling in. This year, we had our nuclear (more or less) family for Thanksgiving dinner on Friday night, then lots of readings to do the rest of the weekend.
So Christmas is falling into place in bits and pieces. I have all the Christmas boxes and bags and stacks now out in the big room downstairs (it’s not a living room or classroom right now). And as I walk through in and out from the car, I’ll grab a piece of Christmas and take it wherever it belongs. Lots of stuff I haven’t even found.
But it’s happening. The Christmas rubber duckies are now in each bathroom, jaunty in their little scarves. That Solstice / Hannukah / Yule / Christmas / Kwanzaa energy is permeating all the nooks and crannies. Just a different rhythm this year. Aaaahhhhh.