Phew! I've got to take a break. I'm going to show you my orderly new world. Right. NOT. What organized world? Man! And to think that Christmas used to go up December 15, not a day earlier, and stay up until January 2. The end. I think I've figured out why my Christmases have been extending in recent years. It's a lot of work. To do all this for a mere three weeks would mean that I probably wouldn't bother at all. True.
Why? I am growing olden and shaky-en and bent and hurt-en. (My sister declared that I was walking like a drunken sailor on December 27. She kept thinking that I was going to drop the turkey. Foolish gal. I would not have dropped the turkey. Anything, but not that!)
Thank you very much for sharing your thoughts and your traditions in comments on yesterday's post. It sparked a lot of conversation between John and me and it even sparked some behind-the- scenes conversations. (If I have not yet responded to your email, have no fear, I've not forgotten.)
No, no, dear, I would never tell you how to celebrate your holiday. You do what works well for you and your family. Do what is meaningful for you or, better yet, do what The Lord whispers to your heart. It is only that I have learned that a beginning, a middle, and an end feels good to me. It centers me somehow.
Last night, I did not use the Nativity at the table. I did this instead.
I have so loved that card this year.
This morning, John helped me get the tree down and put away. I brought down the Easter cactus and it's in the shower dripping dry.
~taking a shower~
I'm cutting that thing back; it almost doesn't fit in the shower!
~new home waiting~
Its new home before the patio doors is waiting. I figure that after more than a month in the dark, it needs some light. I'm beginning to feel that way myself.
Jesus is not on the bread box. His little baby likeness is tucked into the box, but I did keep out this lamb. Easter's coming!
Stay warm out there. (The temps here have dropped steadily through the night and this morning. It's twenty degrees cooler than when we woke at 7.) Don't let that vortex get ya!