The winter holidays are a sparkling, twinkling, enchanting time of year filled with pretty panoramas and, if you are so inclined, religious observances.
Best Friend and I kicked off our holidays this month with a trip into town for the annual boat parade. The weather was pleasant enough for us to walk around the lake and enjoy the lit decorations that were strategically placed within the park. We caught a glimpse of Santa Claus in a boat ringing his jingle bells with great fervor. We thought Santa would float on over to where the tall Christmas tree was and light it with all the pomp usually afforded such celebrations. But alas! it was not to be. The hands of the clock turned to 6 o’clock, and the tree, along with other electric decorations lit up automatically. No pomp, no speeches, no carols, no gaiety. And Santa was floating on a boat somewhere on the Chain of Lakes.
Oh, and there were no hayrides as promised in the flyer that announced the boat parade. Speaking of the boat parade, that in itself was sparse. Yes, there were boats docked at the piers, some were positioned on the sandy shore, but they weren’t in the parade. All in all, there probably was a small handful of decorated boats, but the one Santa was on was the only one I spotted.
Well, that parade fizzled out.
Earlier that evening, while we were resting on a park bench, a trio of Mormon missionaries interrupted our meditation to proselytize. Best Friend handled that well, and the trio went on their merry way to menace a lady with a baby.
Best Friend and I spent some time walking the paths within the park, and since we were getting very hungry, and the on-site restaurant had a two-hour wait for a table, we left and grabbed a bite at one of our local chain restaurants. That experience wasn’t anything to write home about, but it was fuel. Afterwards, we headed home for a relaxing evening with a contemporary movie about a dog who saved Christmas. It, too, was nothing to write home about. In fact, we both decided it was sappy.
During this holiday season, we have been streaming music through the Internet. As I wrote in my essay, Looking Beneath the Surface., some of the more contemporary music and singers are something less than enjoyable in my realm. Most have that so-called “creaky voice” or “vocal fry” that is not attractive. Many singers also have that need-a-laxative voice. You know that type of voice – it’s deep in the throat, the vocal cords straining mightily to get something out, and it’s a colossal struggle. Think “All I Want for Christmas is You” croaked out by Mariah Carey. Then go from there. Guaranteed you will find that most of today’s singers have those phlegmy, gravelly, struggling voices mixed in with electronic mixing. No, thank you. Give me those smooth, velvety voices from days long gone.
At home, one of our trees is up and decorated, and underneath it, a few wrapped presents are waiting to be opened on Christmas Eve. The rest of the main house is sprinkled with glittery decorations and lights. We declined decorating the casita this year. We usually add another tree there with lights, but we decided to focus on decorating the main house instead. It’s good to mix things up sometimes and not fall into a doldrum or rut.
One of the biggest projects we have is addressing our Christmas and Hanukah cards. We might toss in a few New Year’s cards for those who don’t celebrate either of the religious holidays. We are still vacillating on including a short holiday letter, so we’ll see what we decide. There still is time before mailing the cards out, so there is no need to stress about it all.
This is a season in which to sparkle and revel in your own style.
Make your holiday season festive.
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