The Christmas Countdown is Getting Serious
Last-minute shoppers, this is your time to shine
Time is speeding up now. It’s the last week before Christmas, the culmination of the fall holiday season that started out with Halloween and progressed through Thanksgiving, and now it’s time for Christmas! Already! Where does the time go?
People who are the natural early birds in life, the planners and plotters, the organizers and achievers are alive and thriving now.
The ones who always dot their ” i’s” and cross their “t’s” have all made their lists and selected online or picked up in person all their Christmas gifts by now.
They have packed and shipped all their more personal gifts, all neatly wrapped in colorful, seasonal paper with festive motifs and glad tidings, all gaily festooned with ribbons and bows.
They have even mailed all their Christmas cards to the right addresses and zip codes. And put the perfect stamps on them to match the occasion.
They are the list-makers, the organized ones, the dream weavers, the wizards and warlocks who have waved their magic wands and brought order to chaos, sensibility to madness, and peace to their world.
Now they can relax and kick it, lounge around and lay back, and enjoy the fruits of their labor, the sweet ecstasy of their efforts, the culmination and satisfaction of all their precision planning.
That leaves the rest of us. The eternal optimists, the perennial procrastinators, the dreamers and the schemers, the hopers and the hopeless, the ones who count on good luck and great timing to see us through.
We are left scurrying around frantically, wishing and praying, striving and driving to make our fractured and fragile versions of the Christmas holiday whole and complete. It almost always works out in the end. It has to!
The clock is ticking faster and faster, like the guilty drumbeat of the telltale heart, getting louder and more frantic, more insistent, more demanding.
The pace is increasingly insistent and irresistible, intense and compelling, impossible to ignore, intrusive and inescapable. It’s getting stronger and more unavoidable with each passing day. The drive is within all of us.
To complete ourselves, because Christmas is all about giving. To do all that we have to do to make it happen, to manifest all the possibilities, to have them all slowly coalesce and become reality. It is Christmas, after all.
And Christmas is all about love. It’s sharing and caring, it’s exerting the effort and energy to finish what we started.
Of mixing and matching and putting together all the disparate elements that comprise the celebration and symbolism, the myth and the magic, the happiness and joy of the holiday.
To keep the Christmas spirit alive in our hearts and our homes. To keep the home fires burning, and our spirits yearning for more.
Christmas is especially about the children, to demonstrate to them the love and affection, the concerns and the cares, the wishes, and all the hopes and dreams they cherish and desire. To satisfy the wants and needs they look to us to fulfill.
To calm the fears and dry the tears and to be there as a steady influence, a calming presence, a reassuring, soothing, and loving permanent fixture in their young and impressionable lives.
To find the completeness we all desire so badly in our usually fractured, frantic, and splintered lives. We all want to expand our consciousness and deliver on the demands we make of ourselves.
But Christmas is also about our significant others and our extended families, some of whom we may not have seen in years. Somehow, some way, it always works out, one way or the other.
Yes, it’s better to get it done early, no doubt. But the main thing is to get it done, and done right. The pressure and the time constraints are all part of the fun, and we will miss them all when they are gone.
But right now, they are not gone, they are still out there and need only to be picked out and wrapped up and made ready for the holiday. We still have time left. For some of us, most of us, this is the best time of all. We can still do it!
Christmas comes but once a year. Maybe it’s better that way.
It’s all part of the fun, the expectations, the realizations. We are all connected…
