Today is 2 days before the 12 Drummers Drumming prepare for the Christmas Parade. A fortnight. Fine snow is lightly falling outside of the window and the ground is already bright white. The local radio station continues its endless loop of nauseating Holiday music which began Thanksgiving afternoon. Christmas cards trickle in. My wife has 2 presents under our tree. Three of our grandchildren are in their teens, making shopping more complex. Two others are still open to ‘toys.’ Ho! Ho! Ho!
Oh, for sure, the right wing is caroling the traditional,”War on Christmas,” while Congress is looking forward to a long winter’s nap. After all, they must be exhausted from their hard year of legislative inaction. I haven’t heard Scrooge utter “Benghazi!” in quite some time. He prefers to scare people by shouting, ” Obamacare!” although that, too, is slowly dying out- along with the fire.
Since we’ve no place to go, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
I dislike snow, winter and all that attenuates.
So why do I continue to live in NW Ohio? Tradition. Three seasons are tolerable. Nice people here. Family ties. It’s comfortable.
So, fourteen days until the ‘Big Day!’