Member Rara Avis
I was teaching much of last week and, because of the new time change, always ended up making that long drive home in the dark. All but a few miles of the trip is along rural back roads, wending through several very small villages. So there I was, zipping along (oh, maybe just two or three mph over the speed limit), when the corner of my eye caught a flashing blue light and my right foot moved to the brake pedal seemingly of its own volition.
Imagine my surprise when I realized the light was not, as I feared, a bubble gum machine, but rather a Christmas tree silhouetted in the front window of a roadside house. Some people simply have no patience, I guess. Nor do they realize what they did to my poor heart.
A few years ago, had you asked, I would have told you I believed Christmas should be relegated to just three days of the year. On December 24, everyone would go shopping and buy the decorations and presents. On the 25th, everyone would give the gifts away. And, of course, on the 26th, we would all clean up the mess the decorations made and return the gifts that don't fit because we ate too much the day before.
I've done my Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve for the past twenty years, and it works fine. Except, that is, in Michigan. I've finally learned why people start this stuff so early in the year. Last year, on Christmas Eve, it was about twenty below zero and shopping sucked. I learned my lesson. This year my shopping is nearly finished and will definitely be done before the first snow flake falls.