We didn’t really have a holiday season last year, and it’s much too soon to know what this holiday season will be like, but I’m hopeful. While it’s a bit too soon to be diving into Christmas and ho-ho-ho shit, despite what the stores would have you believe, I’m not going to hate on anyone who wants to get a hump start on the season if it makes them happy and gives them a bump of joy. We are in far too much despair to begrudge anyone that. And to be honest, I may be indulging in extra holiday celebration this year, even if it means sitting alone in the Boston condo, listening to Christmas music and decorating the fireplace mantle for the first time in two years. This summer, after a typical rainy day, I found these holly leaves glistening in the overcast light, and they seemed like a harbinger of the year to come. Pretty, with a bit of sparkle, yet soaked in the melancholy tears of the universe.
What will this upcoming holiday season bring? Hopefully cozy times with my husband and family and friends, and the simpler joys of life for those of us with the luxury of still being here. Last year was a complete and total bust, and we are all still feeling it. May this season be a little better. May we be a little kinder. May we love a little more.
