I am so sad that Christmas is over. I didn’t even get a chance to say Merry Christmas here so:
I am still listening to Christmas music, (can’t get enough of Brenda Lee) even after seeing the Dead & Co. last night at Bill Graham Auditorium and having all of those fantastic songs running through my head. I guess you could call them oldies by now, even though they never get old- and Christmas doesn’t either.
It really is the most wonderful time of the year. It’s been unusually cold here in the Bay Area and that has added a nice touch to the season, especially I’d imagine, for East Coasters like me. I didn’t have a tree this year but spent many happy hours staring at the twinkling lights of the enormous one in Union Square and even ice skated under it’s boughs one afternoon. My $5 Santa hat from Walgreen’s paid in dividends in warmth and in smiles I got from many a passerby. I attempted baking kiffles this year and they came out alright and made great gifts. On Christmas I was surrounded by friends in one of the most special places in all of the world.
Yes, it was a FABULOUS Christmas.
I admit that I am happy the holiday feasts and general gluttony are over. It’s good to be back to yoga, and to vegetables unfettered by butter and sugar. Happy also that I won’t be needing to run to the store for one last thing, ten different times. But beyond that, I don’t see one reason why Christmas shouldn’t last all week, or even all month. Humanity deserves a break for cookies, ham, and presents for more than 24 hours out of the year.
Fare thee well Christmas. I really do love you more than words can tell…