I have been busy, which really is no excuse because I know plenty of people far more busier than I. I guess in the spare time I have had lately instead of typing my fingers have been working da needles and yarn. I’m a little behind on my Christmas presents but almost done! I think only two left to go!
Driving home in the dark last night the glow of Christmas lights were every where. Unlike most left over of Christmas like say the gift wrap ripped and crumbled, the light still perfectly in place. Tacky and classy a like I love Christmas lights. Seems like my neighborhood was a bit slow in putting them up this year so I’m glad they can stay in their glory a little while longer. Couple doors down from mine is a Jewish family whom my family is friends with. Every year they make a hole in our little circle of lights. This year I threatened to get some blue lights and wrap their house with them while they were out of town. As thoughtful as I thought I might of been with that, I think they might of taken it personally so I refrained.
I love after all this time we still say “Merry Christmas.” Every other holiday gets “happy”. Happy Thanksgiving. Happy New Year. Happy Birthday and so on. Merry is an older word you find in say a hymn. I’m not much for hymns myself (other than Sandra’s new record or my couple of years in a Baptist church) its odd I find myself drawn to such a word or more that I find a hidden smile that we say Merry Christmas over Happy Christmas (which some people do. Rebels.) Sets the holiday a side from the others, as it should be.