Be careful what you wish for lest it may come true. This is the season of wishes is it not? Children young and old, looking over their shoulders, rethinking the past year, trying to remember if they had been naughty or nice. Children are always in denial and will state emphatically that they have been behaving. Us old folks, well we just really can’t remember much past yesterday anyway so “que sera sera”. Santa will just have to rely on his own memory to keep the list up to date.
Tis the holidays so the decorating begins. The annual trek to the attic to drag down the assorted collection of knicks and knacks that will adorn the various nooks and cranny’s of the humble abode. I have broken out the cans of spray paint and the cats have gone into hiding. Around here, the motto is, “If it looks good now, think how much better it will look GOLD! or SILVER !” Magnolia leaves, enormous pine cones, juniper branches, holly berries, all take on a celebratory hue this time of year. Thanks to Krylon and my finely tuned decorating sense , which consists of but is not necessarily limited to the “wheee, let’s make it shiny” approach, my house begins to glow from within.
Golds, blues, reds, greens flourish all about the house. Let’s not forget the lights. Twinkly ones, flashy ones, some that fade in and out, all make the surroundings unique, sassy, cozy and comfy in such way to create a pulsating rhythm that gives the room a life of it’s own. Candles that bring in the aromas of the forest, the late blooming jasmines, the tall growing cedars. The crisp wintry smells of fresh baked sugar cookies, gingerbread houses, cinnamon candies all wafting thru the air. Even if it is 65 outside, you feel the moment. Christmas is just around the corner. Better get ready.
Even when times are tough, out come the decorations. We make the best of every situation, good or bad. The economy is in the toilet, work can sometimes be scarce. We all, friends and family alike, struggle to make ends meet. Yet, we all go on. Somethings you just can’t and shouldn’t put a damper on. This time of year. This time of hope. It’s about the possibilities of tidings of good cheer. Turning out the old and bringing in the new, and hopefully better times.
And yet, be careful of what you wish for. If the Genie came but once a year ( not unlike Santa) what would you wish for? Are your wishes broad based? Peace on earth, good will towards men? Or are you more singularly attuned? I want this for me, and I want it now? Are your wishes compassionate enough to encompass those that you have always deemed important? Health and well being for family and all those cared deeply about? Joy and happiness for ones who have had little in the past year? Wishes for a calm and less stressful New Year for those that have teetered at the brink of depression? Wishes that are “me” based are like the late blooming Jasmine, fragrant and wondrous in the moment, but alas they too wither and die on the vine eventually.
As we prepare for the celebration, break out the tree, deck the halls, light the candles and share the love. Spread your wishes to the near and the far. If wishes were horses, then beggars, all of us, would ride. Perhaps we will and sooner rather than later, after all “tis the season”.