Can’t we hold on to yuletide just a little longer?
The store below me has gotten rid of their Santas replaced with plastic champagne glasses and pink confetti. There’s also a rather dumb looking bear perched in the window wearing white gloves and a top hat.
Teddy looks as if he’s had one too many when New Year’s Eve is a whole week away.
How turned off am I.
What’s the rush when you still have eggnog in the fridge and a gingerbread man with his head still intact. That’s when I know the holidays are officially over, when all that’s left are his legs.
Life hurries on all its own without us helping it along.
The word I’m looking for is savor…to enjoy or appreciate fully, reveling, basking in the moment.
I don’t know about you, but I’m still basking, wrapped in my quilt with two books, a bottle of red and peanut brittle, all gifts, while my ginger man waits in the wings.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself…Mathew 6:34
You said it Mat.