Let us count the days and the many ways we amaze each other.
Young amuse old, old amuse young, and those in the middle do all the work …
This season, this time of the year, is something we always approach from a long way off – it seems hardly worth preparing for until it is upon us, then it spins faster and faster like the end of a toilet paper roll …
How many days still to work?
How many days till the end of the year?
How many shopping days until Christmas?
How many years have we been doing this?
It seems a forever thing, a constant thing, counting down till something is over, or until something arrives – fingers crossed, X’s on calendars ~ the rush to the quiet waiting time, the anxiety before the paper is ripped-off, the quiet of the night when dark and quiet meet, before giggly voices precede the dawn that day when pre-breakfast gift exchanges and wondering who drank the milk and ate the cookies start the festivities.
The magic of this season is the sparkle in eyes and the happy voices – young ones full of anticipation, old ones smiling in the delight of one more silly season, watching little people grow of full size and wise beyond their years and more than we deserve because they are so much better than we were, better parented than we were, and looking forward more than we were to a life of peace on earth.