Over dinner the other night a friend asked “are you in the mood yet?” Uh, excuse me? “You know, the Christmas mood.” OOOooo. I thought about for a minute and it hit me. No I’m not…yet. Then I felt a pang of guilt. Uh oh, I shoulded on myself again. I should be in the Christmas mood. I’m in a fine mood just not that particular mood. As I’ve said in a previous musing. I think should is a four letter word.
I’m going to examine this more closely, by cracky. Being of a Catholic bent in religious leanings, I’m in an Advent kinda mood. Introspective and examining my good will towards men or the occasional lack there of. A period of peaceful winter darkness and waiting for the wonderful to occur. Christmas always started for me at the midnight mass on Christmas eve. I never liked the day after Thanksgiving rush of the lemmings to the local mall or bargain warehouse.
I think the media about the “state of the economy” and the advertizing industry have backed themselves into a pickle this year. Do you feel torn between 2 opposing minds sets? I sure do. On the one hand there is the “we’re all broke and it’s only gonna get worse” camp. On the other there is the “Spend, spend, spend till it hurts” camp. Is there a middle ground? I hope so. I waited too late to make everyone a scarf, maybe I’ll make fudge for everyone, or Bourbon balls. Yeah, that sounds like fun. I can cook and get tipsy at the same time. Yeah buddy, now we’re talking.
And of course every year, there are the people who keep score. You got me this last year so I’m obligated to give you that this year. You didn’t get me anything last year so I’m gonna be pissed off all year and not give you anything this year and tell you, in front of everyone, why I’m not. Bah humbug. Where is the Christmas spirit in that?
This Christmas and every Christmas, I still love Mr. Husband to death. However, every year I go though canniptions trying to figure out what to get him for Christmas. He truly is the man who has everything. If he wants something he gets it. End of story. If he doesn’t have it it’s because he doesn’t want it. Not to worry I’ll figure something out. But I hope he knows that for me, he is my best present for any occasion. I enjoy our time together more than any thing that comes in or out of a box.
Let me raise my voice
With new courage and deep joy
to give you praise with my life.