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Ya know in late November when trees are goin’ bare— My mind gets kinda fuzzy, an’ into space I stare. After snows have fallen, it’s like livin’ in a cave, but then here come the holidays that I know I’m ‘bout to brave. I get just plum’ excited as I make my Christmas list, an’ hang the ribboned mistletoe, to await that special kiss. I go straight to our packed garage to dig out stuff that’s stored— knowin’ for the next two weeks I’ll surely not be bored. The tree, I make my husband fetch, as I stay warm inside sippin’ on hot chocolate, lettin’ housework kinda slide. I know I’ll fill the living room with boxes of bright things— folks call ‘em decorations, but they’re just my gatherings… Things the children made in school— A must on every tree, an’ socks we’ve had so many years hung on mantled chim-in-ey. The Angel for a Topper— her wings well worn an’ tattered, an’ yes, the silver garland also looks a little battered. But nothing dashes my love for all these precious things that bring so many memories, my heart begins to sing. I find the lights to hang outside— I know my man will grumble. I remember last year how I laughed when from the roof he tumbled. I shop, I buy, I hide things, make lists of food galore, I wade in snow up to my knees to get to every store. I won’t be stopped, I stumble forth, I feel I’m on a mission— All women know shop-aholics have more fun than guy’s ice-fishin’. I bake, I clean, I write the cards, an’ yes, I call my friends. I wave to Santa at the mall— Oh, I hope this never ends! I greet so many strangers. “Merry Christmas to you,” I say, remembering the Savior— not just “Happy Holidays.” The night before the big event, while kids are tucked in bed, I wrap the presents with big bows— Some silver, green, an’ red. Yes, Christmas Eve, I’m almost spent— half crazy, but I love it. The gang will all arrive here soon, but I think nothing of it. They say I’m “Christmas Nutty,” but it never hurts my feelin’s. It’s worth the effort every year to perform these birthday dealin’s.
For in my heart—with all the rush, I think about the Christ-child, an’ thank Him for his comin’— that’s why I just go wild!
Tamara Hillman ©2010
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