I always thought that Christmas Eve must be a very bad night for atheists.
We all have to believe in something, I guess. Especially at this time of year.
With all the chaos and tumult percolating in our world, some of us find ourselves tight-roping the chalk line of life on jelly legs.
Others have it far worse, howling in fearful anguish and rising alarm.
Consequently, investing some faith in the Baby Jesus and the spirit of Santa Claus can’t hurt.
So keep the faith everybody, even if you’ve been naughty instead of nice.
And once Christmas arrives, we finally can take a deep, glorious breath – after we open up our presents, of course.
The final days before Christmas seem to radiate their own manic energy. The hustle and bustle of the commercial crush of Christmas leave all of us bleary and weary from shopping overload.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light even though your troubles may not be out of sight.
And wake up the day after Christmas stuffed with calories and holiday bills just like in days of yore.
Christmas is a long time coming every year and once it arrives, it whooshes past us faster than Santa’s reindeer. The world moves on quickly from Christmas, sliding it into past tense like a drawer being slammed shut.
A drawer, by the way, that will be eagerly and prematurely pulled open by next September or so.
Whatever happened to the Twelve Days of Christmas, the time between Christmas and the Epiphany?
Oh, well. I guess there’s no reason to stay spongy with the spirit of the season when we’re immediately drawn to after-Christmas sales like vagrants to a warm shelter on a frigid night.
Come to think of it, I wonder if the Three Wise Men – Balthazar, Gaspar and Melchior –shopped at an after-Christmas sale for the gold, frankincense and myrrh they brought to the Baby Jesus.