It’s that time again. The time of year when even the nicest, most generous people find themselves letting in the scrooge. It happened to my husband just yesterday: “It’s too early for Christmas music.” I hear that every year – not just from him of course. It’s too early for the music, the tree, the red and green that sometimes appears vomited into the shopping aisles. I know already. It’s too commercialized.
I’ve let in the scrooge myself before. Sometimes it’s hard to find meaning in my teeny tiny checkbook balance and big fat shopping list. And that feeling isn’t helped along by thinking about it all sooner. But this time, I’m fighting it. “It’s Jingle Bells, Michael. It’s not a Christmas song, it’s a winter song.” And besides that . . .
I love Christmas music. I just imagine how much we needed Him then. The world was horrible and sad, and religion wasn’t saving us. The best Christmas songs make me think about that. They make me think about the sadness all over our world today and the fact that religion still isn’t saving us. Then they make me crazy with happiness that He came. And it’s just never too soon to think about that. You may judge me for already having the Christmas music out. But I gotta say, I kind of judge you for dissing it. Just relax and soak it in. It disappears suddenly and completely and without apology on December 26, so we may as well enjoy it now.
I got all four boys to pose for Christmas card pictures tonight. They posed until I was happy . . . and then two goofy times after that for the blooper shots. Michael still won’t be putting the music on quite this soon and the little ones don’t really understand either that horrible, achy feeling of need nor the wonderful feeling of having it met. But for me, it’s time, People. Christmas is on.