Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Christmas holiday, however, is not.
Here at the Nest, holiday preparations are somewhat incomplete. We have a tree, which has been strung with lights. We held off on ornaments to give the kitten (it's her first Christmas, you see) a chance to get used to the outside being inside. It seems that she's not much of a climber (quite interested in the wrapping paper under the tree, though), so we hope to hang at least some ornaments.
Other decorations - well, I hope to at least get the mantel decked. The halls very well may be on their own this year. There are a few lights strung around the porch roof, a Christmas flag flutters in the yard, and most windows are adorned with an electric candle, thanks to an elaborate system of drop cords. It's not Martha Stewart, but it surely is not John Prine, either.
I was getting in quite a snit about this - I felt like a slacker. I mean, it's the evening of the 20th and my house is decorated in a style which can kindly be called "Early Box." I have family who begins baking for Christmas a month early and I have friends who go all out (and I mean "all out" in the Southern use of the term, which basically means that everything that doesn't move is spray-painted gold and tastefully gathered and grouped) and have their houses "holidayed" by Dec. 1.
You know what?
I finally figured out that it doesn't matter. My house will never cause an editor of House Beautiful to say, "By George, I must share this sight with the general public!" Doesn't matter. The bank account is a bit thin and the credit card balances seem higher than they should. Doesn't matter. The Nest is warm and cozy, populated by a friendly-to-the-point-of-goofy white mutt and a not-so-little-anymore grey kitten who can wipe out a day of grumpiness by curling up on my lap for ten minutes. FryDaddy and I are together, with clean bills of health. Our problems are the relatively small problems of people living in a stable, industrialized society - too much food, too many friends who haven't been sent cards, too many choices of what to watch and where to go.
Think about it - what lovely problems to have.
The angels will come to proclaim the Good News. It's up to me to stop whirling long enough to listen.
Come on in, friends.