2016 has happened . . .

Peder Severin Krøyer (1851-1909) Portrait of Holger Drachmann by the FireplaceAnd, here I sit amidst an emotional drift. There hasn’t been a record snow fall and the cold air has only “just” settled in after the holidays. Unfortunately, my time consumed and this blog ignored during the sully days of Seasonal Charm and Decorum.

Actually, I love the holiday season. I especially love it when my Clients have paid me on time and there is plenty to share with family and friends. After all – family and friends are the bliss nation of every holiday season. And, yet, it is always wise to fine-tune the fact of Christ’s birthday celebration by reminding oneself and others Christmas is about his birth and ultimate sacrifice of atonement some thirty years later in March – April at the spring equinox.

Understanding all that – the holiday season is still about our abundance and directed outwardly instead of inwardly. Clothing is spirited. Faces are converted to joy. Folks are rushing about. Scrooge really brings more affection to the description of the Thanksgiving for the splendor of the holiday season more than any other historical archive and I love Scrooge – especially theatrical performances.

New Year’s is like the icing on the holiday cake of life. It is the after-glow of a warm gathering of rich foods and sensations. It is the proverbial cigar and cognac moment with a plum pudding and hard sauce waiting in the wings. It is where the gossip is shared in the women’s chambers and the men set their impending foibles out on the lounge table for display and feedback. It is the time of planning until the next Christmas session.

Winter has just given way. Her gift is a stillness. She embraces our conceptual thinking. Our time to plan. She shortens the workday so we have more time to focus on the inner sanctums of thoughts and intentions. She gives us more free time to pray toward a success-driven harvest in the upcoming year of living. She is our time of preparation. And, our friend. God bless the winter solace for us all.

It is my hope everyone in Carthage and throughout the myriad of small town Americana and the beloved cities we all miss enjoy a thoroughly renewing New Years. Remain safe and be ever thankful.

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