Its Christmas Eve, I am hiding out at the local athletic club–in the hot tub at three in the afternoon. I’ve decked the halls, wrecked the malls, hung some mistletoe, shopped till I dropped, kissed the elves and one smelly old man, then double checked who’s naughty and who’s nice (my husband thinks they are the same thing), rubbed the roast beast (the husband says he’s next). I’m my sous chef for tomorrow so I also prepped twice baked potatoes and mounds of vegetables to glaze and to roast, made breakfast and bread then drank something red, I’ve wrapped presents, stamped cards–that are three weeks too late–skyped bunches of loved ones, plus made all of our beds, dressed all our kids, tended the farm, paid homage (to one of my) bosses, plus I got in my hour of cardio then some weights, that’s just today, now I’m dead.
(Being dead may be a tiny exaggeration, not by a lot, it was getting close to “me” or “them”. I like “them” so I took a time out, refueling.)
It’s Christmas time and I have reached terminal velocity–this is slower than Christmas velocity–the hot tub is my fuel to reach Christmas velocity. That’s when I should be able to muster enough courage to tuck in nice and tight, and fly right into the vortex.
My phones wrapped in a plastic bag, tied in a knot and I’m facing a jet that’s working my thighs–leg day earlier and it was good. You’re my distraction from all the time I am wasting, really though? This is where I should be, relaxing and refocusing. The longest week of the year, with dark falling early and to-do lists continually unfurling.
I hope you got a break. found time to recharge, rewind, and define what really makes you happy, all the people you love, and all that other Yule tide, good stuff. Christmas is for everybody or at least it should be. Sure it’s about baby Jesus and that’s good, but baby Jesus would want it to be about love, he’s just that kind of baby, always thinking of others before himself. So no matter who you are or how well you know baby Jesus, go celebrate, be happy and oozing out cheer. Love your friends and your neighbors and everyone dear and try to not drink too much beer…or eggnog for that matter.
Be safe and be merry.