Holiday Thoughts
Home again, home again. I’m back from Virginia. My second Christmas away, in the warm embrace of my daughter’s family. My oldest son and his family also were there. As well as my sister-in-law and her family. This is the second year in which I passed on putting up Christmas decorations at my own home, which was a nice break from what was beginning to feel an obligatory ritual.
I think I’ll be back in the saddle next year, slimmed down and a little more manageable than I used to do when there were two us putting up the trimmings. For starters, a smaller tree would be nice, and I’ll let the Clark Griswold’s of the world have their well-lit houses and yards. I may do something at the door to welcome guests, but the real decorations will be inside, and personal. Maybe it’s a return to the Christmas’s of my youth where the decorations were simple and it wasn’t Santa Claus we were waiting for.
Now I’m waiting for the New Year. Another low-key holiday, a far cry from the long evenings of dancing and drinking, abandonment and revelry of my youth, mostly because I have a hard time these days staying up until midnight. I guess me and my rowdy friends done rowdied on down, victims to the inevitability of age and the onset of common sense. Although, it is nice to simply take pleasure in the company of friends which is what I’ll do this year.