I’m sitting here in the afterglow of the annual holiday potluck lunch, one of the events I have to experience to lock in my Christmas spirit. Yes, it’s just a potluck, but it’s a time when everyone’s smiling, laughing, carrying on as if we were family who hadn’t seen each other in years. The ugly Christmas sweaters, a round of Christmas trivia and the revelation of our Secret Santa for the past two weeks and I’m feeling ready for the holiday now.
But as I sit her pondering, I have to admit that when it comes to Christmas, it is a holiday that leaves me with more questions than answers. For example, when cattle are lowing, what the heck are they doing? What’s the difference between a regular angel and a herald angel? Or, maybe it’s Harold and I’ve been spelling it wrong all these years. Why do you say, “Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus” twice in the song? Do you think anyone missed you the first time? The song, “What child is this?” seems pointless. Hello? It’s a Christmas song! Gee, which baby do you think they could be referring to?
Why the 12 days of Christmas? Why not 14? That would be an even two weeks. Who’d complain about adding two more days to the celebration? Of course, that would make the song longer. Why would we want to make the Yule-tide gay? Shouldn’t that be it’s choice? And in Jingle Bells, “We got into a drifted bank and then we got upsot.” Upsot? That sounds like something from a Budweiser commercial a few years back: “Upsot!” “Upsot!”
But in spite of all the questions, this is also a season of answers. I’m convinced that every year we each learn just a little more about the best way to handle all the hustle and the bustle and the shopping and the parties and such. It’s also interesting to watch old traditions merge with new ones. For example, in Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, there’s the line–“Then all the reindeer loved him, as they shouted out with Glee”.
Those kids are everywhere these days.