Pulling my trusty steed to a halt I gaze down across
the vast sweeps of the desert before me and turn my
collar up to the cold wind that comes down the valley
this time every year to help remind me that the year
is coming to a close. It's the time of year when
almost all business is interfered with as most
everyone assumes this attitude of peace on earth good
will toward each other. Except when trying to find a
place to park or trying to get through a narrow
doorway with a host of packages in my arms. Then I
hear little fragments of impieties being uttered and
even send out a few of my own.
When the great day is finally over and everyone is
trying to find the purchase slip in order to exchange
their gifts for something useful, we can then look
forward to another celebration. If Christmas is
accepted as more of a Christian Holiday, then New
Year's Eve must certainly be a night for the heathens.
I must confess to having most delightful memories of
this spirited affair.
Of course, the conduct of business and everyday
existence is made miserable for two weeks afterward
while all the resolutions are being maintained. The
smokers aren't smoking, the gourmets aren't eating,
The profane not venting, The sinners refraining from
whatever they feel guilty of, and all habits that were
established and well founded are now suspended while
the will power of those good people is severely tried.
The only happy one's are the little children who by
now have traded the toys they received to other
children for one's they like. And by the last of
January, I begin to see smiles return to the faces of
my friends and enemies. They have for the most part,
resumed their normal behavior. I like this.
Mankind has a natural behavior that he is born with.
Some are happy, some are morose, others are somewhere
in between. The holidays serve to remind them that
there is another attitude not their own. Gives them
pause to reflect I reckon. And to pretend that they
really care. This too is good rehearsal. For in
their pretense they might recognize the pleasure it
brings.
The holidays are a time for such reflection, and I
remember some grand and glorious times. The eyes of
children trying to understand the overwhelming number
of things before them. Gifts, food, decorations,
lights of all kinds. Adults laughing. Kids like it
when grown ups laugh. It tells them everything is
good. It's a dark and gloomy time what with all the
talk of war and such. But it's a bright and cheerful
time too. I'm going to look forward to seeing the
eyes of the children again. And maybe sharing in some
pretense of good will with my friends and enemies.
It's December 10th, 1901, and we just don't know what
the future holds things are moving so fast.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,