I'm not feeling irreverent about Christmas at all, but everything I say or do has ironic overtones. Undertones. Both. Q has been posting about Christmas over at his blog, and today I left a comment that was supposed to be funny and then sweet, but I don't think it came across that way. I made a Christmas card from Lonesomeville and sent it to a few friends. It is practically wicked. I didn't manage to get any cards mailed this year, so I am posting this one. Klaus. I wonder why the designer didn't capitalize merry?
For the first time in my adult life, I have gone through the entire season without hearing songs from "A Charlie Brown Christmas," not even "Christmas Time Is Here" by Vince Guaraldi. Maybe tonight.
I noted last night that more houses than not lack Christmas decoration in my very traditional town. I, for one, am for decorations, but I, for one as well, have been far too worn out to make the effort. Survival instinct, I think. "Reserve your energy resources," some evolutionary voice seems to whisper. Is it like that for others, too?
I'm more happy than sad, I think, which has not always been the case this time of year. I have had to put very little effort into the season. I got my mother's present yesterday by telephone, and today I will shop to buy little things to put under "the tree." We have no real tree, but my mother put up one of those little twelve inch electrical trees to mark the season. Some bottles of wine for friends and I'll be done.
Kris Kringle used to bring small things like a bag of coal or apples or apricots for good cheer. People didn't expect so much. There wasn't much. A pair of gloves. A new hat.
I'll probably post again tonight. Maybe. A picture of the town, perhaps, nestled in its tropic splendor.
The sun is rising. It is cloudy and gray. A chance to read and think.
Yes yes -- apricots & apples. I love that. But even better for us Northerners is something citrus. I love how an orange was once considered so exotic. And pineapples the hospitality fruit. People on main street here (the sea captains houses) use lots of fruit in decorating over their doors -- they make boards with an arch shape and then decorate it with real fruit --usually a pineapple in the center with greens all tucked around. So very colonial. And in the cold and sometimes snow -- those oranges, lemons & limes look fabulously special.
ReplyDeleteYou should put a tree next. A real one full of that evergreen tonic fragrance. It's not too late! Maybe a Charlie Brown Tree awaits you today! You only need the white lights!
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ReplyDeleteI have a Charlie Brown tree...six inches high...just a twig with one red ball on it. Remember when people made fun of his tree he would say, "All it needs is a little love." May your holidays be full of love, light and peace!
ReplyDeleteI think the designer realised how hypocritical the message is.
ReplyDeleteMerry christmas, peace on earth, and go on with biting eachothers head off and shoot bullets in eachother the next day.
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Well don't get me wrong. I would be a child.
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