T’is the season to be rushed. T’is the season to fall behind. T’is the season to be just a wee bit grumpy.
I was thinking this the other day as I watched the early morning snow falling from the sky, trying its best to remain snow and failing. On the radio doom threatened: strikes, war, misery, all accompanied by the Wagner-esque symphony of possible global financial collapse.
My own season was becoming increasingly a list of things to tick off. And oh, the guilt. Yes, I was now personally responsible for the destruction of the high street by buying 85 % of my presents online.
I was thinking this when the door bell rang. I rushed downstairs, still in my robe, bleary-eyed and wild-haired, and at the door stood a delivery man, delivering yet another package I had ordered online (See? I told you). This package was big and round and he grinned at me—a delightful elf of a smile–and did a little bow as he twirled it into my hands.
And as that package passed from his hands to mine we both laughed. A joyous cosmic chuckle. A bright spark on a cold winter morning. Here we were two strangers, one up driving around in the early morning dark, the other still in her bathrobe, hurrying her children through breakfast. Such different lives and such different days ahead.
But in that split second we became one—sharing an unspoken joke, a joie de vivre on Dec. 16 at 8:05 on a nondescript street in London.
And as I closed the door, grinning, infected with this man’s joy, I thought ‘Now that’s the spirit!’
And I kept it with me for the rest of the day. So I thank him for that.
And I also give a HUGE THANK YOU to my subscribers and everyone else who has read my blog (you know who you are!).
Thank you so much for visiting. I appreciate the time I’m taking up in your head space. There is constant demand on your attention so I thank you for hanging out with me. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy your company.
I’m looking forward to meeting up again in the New Year. But right now it’s time to put down our pens, toss some tinsel and party!
photo by Amber B McN (flickr)