First, I just noticed that snow appears to be falling when I open up my commonchapters overview page. Given the date on the calendar, I am pleased to see that it’s snowing somewhere, even if only in cyberspace, for it is nearly 70 degrees here today, and that, my friends, is not okay.
I’m having one of those indecisive, slumpy (translated: poor me, firstworldproblems ridiculousness) sort of days — you know the ones. Nothing is exactly wrong but nothing wonderful grabs your attention either. For instance, my coffee this morning had no rich, satisfying aroma or taste. At least half of it still sits in my cup, abandoned. My house still lacks the trimmings of Christmas. It’s only December third, but with most everyone decorating on Thanksgiving weekend (early this year), I feel woefully behind. Worse, I feel just the slightest bit Scrooge-ish about it. ‘Bah! Humbug!!’ hovers nearby, and I might just snap those words at the next cheerful soul who dares cross my path. This lack of snow / tropical temperatures thing is on my last good nerve. Frankfort is getting snow. Moscow has more than its fair share too. Not a flake in the forecast here. I feel like Bing Crosby singing “White Christmas” — ‘the sun is shining, the grass is green/ the orange and palm trees sway…” except we don’t have oranges, palm trees or green grass. Just brown and gray. Late autumn. No signs of crisp air, fresh snowfall or anything remotely like winter to cheer up this ‘down-in-the-doldrums’ writer. boo hooooooo.
I’ve got a fine case of lamenting about the things that aren’t going ‘right’ on this balmy Monday. Suddenly, I remember that I love coffee (half full cup is an anomaly, and probably due to a persistent miserable cold I’ve been fighting). I have a terrific family, and I’ll be seeing all of them gathered in one place soon. I love, love, love, love, love Christmas. I am happy about fudge, Rudolph, cookies, caramels, Charlie Brown, cocktail parties, Ebenezer Scrooge, gift wrapping, Christmas carols. I am thankful for the Incarnation — the greatest miracle the world has ever known. I love learning. Books. Music. Walks with my dog. Thoughts of a new puppy. Christmas trees. Lights. Warmth. New beginnings.
I am too quick to complain. And shame on me for so easily disregarding the simple joys — that cup of coffee, a butter cookie, twinkle lights — all reminders of how good it is to be alive. To breathe fresh air, smell a freshly cut pine tree, sing a song. So Moscow is getting snow and we’re not. So I have piles of ungraded papers. So I caught a nasty cold and my nose actually hurts from all that blowing. So what? Christmas is coming. I’m dreaming of a white one. But regardless of weather, Christmas will arrive. With it, a message for all: “God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas day — to save us all from Satan’s power when we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort & joy!”
‘Gone astray.’ Yep. I fall off the path all too often. But great joy, which will be for all the people, has come to the world. And, as Linus Van Pelt reminds us every year — “that’s what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown!” Good tidings indeed.