hastening the holiday

the air is biting at my skin, snow is forecasted, and i'm anxious to unwrap the Yuletide. i'm reviewing countless Christmas albums at work, and perusing the malls, tracking the holiday's expensive scents. i'm a little girl again clamouring at my parent's closet wanting to know what they bought me, to dive into the wrapping paper and stick a bow on my head. yes, it's Jesus birth, but for me, He's alive year-round. Christmas means His spirit hovering, orchestrating peace in our own little world. Salted pecans in little bowls; a twinkling star atop a mammoth tree; brothers and sisters sneaking around buying gifts for one another, mom coccooned in her apron rolling out coconut balls and nanaimo bars. it's the excuse to rest, to indulge in love and laughter, to strum the guitar serenading the season, and to remember the Creator of everything wonderful. do not tarry, moments so merry. bring your tidings hither.