It sounds like some kind of shaggy dog story, but it's true. I was in a store in mid-October and saw two sets of shelves across the aisle from each other. One was filled with Halloween merchandise, the other bore Christmas merchandise. I can recall a time when the march of seasons and holidays seemed more leisurely. Labor Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years. Now, we're not even past one holiday before we're bombarded with messages (and buying opportunities) about the next. I guess it won't be long before we tune in to PBS' "A Capitol Fourth" and see Erich Kunzel directing the National Symphony Orchestra in a medley of "You're A Grand Old Flag" and "Jingle Bells."
Maybe it's my age (naah, can't be that) or maybe it's our modern society, but to me we seem to be so anxious to get somewhere that we miss everything that goes by. Just before Halloween, our church had a great Fall Festival, providing an opportunity to connect with a lot of people who might otherwise have been hesitant to have anything to do with the people who go in and out of that imposing building that stands on the fringes of their neighborhood. Thanksgiving means family time--that and a Dallas Cowboys game. Christmas deserves a post of its own, but I'll just say that it's too wonderful an event to mark with cards sent out as an obligation and gifts given while knowing they'll be exchanged afterward. New Year's is a symbolic time of new beginning (and, of course, more football).
I'm probably going to be just as guilty as anyone else, but this year I'm planning to try to enjoy not just the destination but the ride. And that means, despite what they're putting out in the stores, one holiday at a time. How about you?
PS--In case you can't zoom into the picture at the top of this post, the house on the left is lit up with Christmas decorations. The lights on the house on the right spell out "Ditto." (Thanks to my daughter-in-law, Catherine, for sending it. I think it illustrates my point.)