Sappy Holidays

This will be a year to remember.  There’s one day a year when I’m driving to the grocery store and a holiday song comes on the radio and I’m reduced to tears.  Before and after that I turn off anything that resembles someone’s grandmother being run over by a reindeer.

It’s not even Thanksgiving and I’m waiting for it.  Last year it came en route home from Thanksgiving at the folks.  It was that song about Mary and the bird and the nightengale singing its song.  Tears flowed.

We do sport a holiday wreath on the door but don’t really decorate.  There is no tree to be found, of course Jim’s allergic to anything cedar and I won’t have anything fake.

I wonder if expecting that moment will deny me the catharsis that it brings.  In essence, that is my Christmas epiphany, the moment I’m closest to one-ness with the universe.  It’s a brief moment and I’m lucky to have it every year.

May you have your moment this and every year, Dee

ps Never underestimate the power of music.  I didn’t sleep one night last weekend and was snippy with my husband and dog.  I went out on my own and heard “You Lift Me Up” sung by Josh Groban and went right home from the grocery store and apologized, then took a nap.