I’m a Christmas Carol Junkie. My gateway drug was particularly addicting and began when I was only five. There was a local resident who composed beautiful Christmas carols that were taught to everyone in the elementary school. They held an annual concert and the entire community would gather to hear and sing the wondrous refrains that were as familiar to me as Jingle Bells. From that very first kindergarten moment I was hooked.
A few days ago, my husband remarked, “You’ve been listening to the same Christmas songs over and over again, aren’t you sick of them yet?”
“They’re not the same. Each one is sung by a different artist whose interpretation is totally different and completely distinctive,” I said.
“But you’ve listened to Pentatonix sing Emmanuel, Hallelujah and at least five other songs 37 times in the last two days.” He argued.
I didn’t think OD-ing on Pentatonix needed explaining but I patiently enlightened him. “I like to dissect each part separately, beco...
Is it better to prepare for Christmas in a manic frenzy of baking, decorating, entertaining, shopping and wrapping? Most people cram in all that and more, barely pausing to contemplate what all the fuss is about. The chase continues through the finish line right into Christmas Day. As soon as the chaos clears it’s all over, leaving an anticlimactic void of disillusionment and exhaustion. Of course nobody wants to admit to feeling let down after the rush, but I’ll bet you know exactly what I’m talking about.