Grits and Purls

Spinning yarns about the grit of life

“And in case you didn’t hear” (hand to ear)

“Oh by golly,” (make a fist and swing arm across in front of body) “have a holly jolly Christmas, this yeeeeeeaaaaarrrrr!”

I’m not sure that I am supposed to have seen that much of the Holiday Sing routine, but my daughter performed for her dad and me the other night, and we even got her to ham it up for the video camera. She’s excited about Christmas.

She’s excited about snow.

She’s just excited.

We dragged her out shopping the other day, and she said “Merry Christmas” to everyone we passed in the aisles of Boston Store. I am happy to report that an overwhelming majority of the folks she greeted returned the greeting and usually with a smile.

I’m glad she’s excited about Christmas. I’m glad she’s excited about snow. I’m glad she’s glad that Swiper is off Santa’s naughty list. If only she were as excited about eating her dinner (including the green beans), or taking her bath, or putting up her toys or even going to sleep.

I’m beginning to feel like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas. No. Not the Grinch, he was sneaky and quiet in his displeasure. More like the Abominable Snowman, loud and growlly.

After all we have things to do. A house to clean and decorate. Presents to make. Cookies to bake. Presents to wrap and mail. We need to take a picture for the Christmas cards that we haven’t yet ordered, much less addressed and mailed. And there’s the dance revue and the Christmas party and the Holiday sing and so much to do before Christmas can come…

But my daughter wants to linger in the snow and catch the flakes on the tip of her tongue. She wants to stare in awe at the lights twinkling against the dark winter night.

She wants to stop and listen to the sleigh bells. She wants to greet every passer by with a big toothy grin and a huge “Merry Christmas!”

But there’s no time, no time for that. We must hurry, hurry. So much to do. Christmas is almost here, and we are not ready, and it will be gone before we know it. And I’ll never know it happened.

Meanwhile my daughter wants to stare at the angel on the top of the Christmas tree, and see the lights fade on and off. She wants to sing every Christmas hymn she hears and hug every person she meets.

And I growl. Wondering where the peace of the Christmas season has gone.

Then I see my daughter singing, “And in case you didn’t hear” she puts her hand to her ear.

I didn’t hear, but she does. Sshh. Listen. Do you hear what she hears?

A still, small voice of a child calls out this Christmas and says “Stop. Slow down. Catch a snow flake on your tongue. Say ‘Merry Christmas’ to a total stranger. Five total strangers. Put and extra dollar in the red kettle. Marvel at the twinkling lights against the dark winter night. Find the Peace that is Christmas. Or it will be gone before you know it, and you won’t know what happened.”

So, when you hear the bells and the music, sing.

And, “Oh by golly, have a holly jolly Christmas this year!”

© 2010 Michele Arduengo. All Rights Reserved.

2 thoughts on “A Holly Jolly Christmas

  1. I love how little children manage to find the magic in what we adults take for granted during the holiday season. Maybe a clean, well-decorated home isn’t as important as catching snowflakes on your tongue….your little one sounds like a sweetheart!

  2. Terri J says:

    The fairy godchild sounds pretty wonderful. And smart. Slow down and don’t miss the wonder.

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