For all the counting down, the rushing to a day, my favorite part of Christmas is in fact timelessness.
By which I don’t mean the quasi-timeless – America’s historical reverence for snow-tipped pine cones, glittered Santas, sugar. I mean, literally, the way time can stop on the day. I am not sure why I feel so.
I do know that as I sit on my sofa right now, looking directly at our tree (which is kind of feeble as I experimented with gold and silver and I’m missing gaudy red glass balls), two presents (they arrived wrapped in Amazon navy and gray aspiring to be silver), and the ornament storage boxes that I need to put back into the garage, I feel my whole life take a breath.
I could speculate as to why. Maybe traditions, layers of repeated experience that they are, maybe each layer weights the one after. Tugs us from tomorrow.
Or maybe it’s the quiet to come, as for a moment my neighborhood sits down, full and happy.
But better to let you bright people muse, if you’re so inclined.
Merry Christmas to all. Much love and thanks for all you give me.