‘Twas The Day After Christmas

It’s the day after Christmas — which for some beleaguered people in the package delivery business is probably about as important as Christmas itself.  This year online retailing once again set a record, which means the package delivery guys have been busting their behinds for weeks and probably are still hustling to deal with the last-minute orders.  As I reflected on the plight of these uniformed soldiers of the modern economy, the poetic muse once more took hold:

The Day After Christmas
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‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the land

Fed Ex and UPS remained fully manned

They’ve set a record for deliveries this year

But the last-minute orders have yet to appear

Oh, Amazon!  Oh, Apple!  Oh, Pajamagram!

Your specials and discounts created a jam

The packages and boxes were stacked to the ceiling

The onslaught of orders left deliverers reeling

And because so many waited ’til the last minute

The Christmas Crush?  They’re still in it!

The delivery guys are trying their best

But it’ll take time before they can give it a rest

So if your order hasn’t yet come to your door

Don’t take it out on the delivery corps!

And by the way, I’ll be doing whatever is necessary to avoid going within a one-mile radius of any shopping mall today.

Clove Christmas

This morning I took one of the mandarin oranges Kish buys for the holidays and attacked it with a full arsenal of whole cloves.  You push the pointy ends of the cloves through the soft skin of the fruit, covering the entire outer surface.  The cloves and the citrus juices from the skewered orange then interact, producing a fine, delicate, spicy scent that leaves the kitchen smelling wonderful.

The clove orange is one of the things — liking baking cookies, listening to holiday music, or “surprising” Kish with the inevitable gift of a new word-a-day calendar — that says Christmas to me.  Thanks to Aunt Corinne, who first acquainted me with this holiday tradition.

Ten Days To Christmas 

It’s December 15, which means there’s only 10 days to do that last-minute shopping — or in my case, first-minute shopping.  I’ve been down in Florida for the last few days, and the very warm weather and palm trees don’t exactly get you humming It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.  Fortunately, there’s this gigantic Christmas tree in the plaza of the hotel I’ve been staying in to remind me that it’s freaking December.

I head back up north this morning.  The weather app says it’s a cool 7 degrees in Cbus right now, with the high today to be a balmy 13.  That might feel a bit too much like Christmas for my tastes.

The Tree Season

You know Christmas isn’t far away when the Christmas tree lots spring up.  Last week they staked out the yard in front of the church school with tree stands, and today the trees arrived.  The air was heady with the smell of pine as the workers unloaded the trucks and then moved the trees to their respective positions.  Now all we need is a fire in an oil drum and some snow to complete the traditional tableau.

Lights Out

One of the nagging questions this time of year is:  when should you put out and turn on any outdoor holiday lights?

Because I’m about as clumsy as they come when it comes to ladder work, and I don’t really want to risk any broken bones for the sake of a festive lighting display, we use a service that hangs the outdoor lights for us.  They came this week, strung the lights, and we are ready to go — but lighting the house before Thanksgiving seems way too early to me. So, the outer lights remain off, and will stay that way until Thansgiving weekend.

However, the lights around the ceiling of our screened-in porch, that only Kish and I see, are on. We feel like we could use some early holiday cheer.

Merry Christmas!

IMG_0073Best holiday wishes to all — to the kids who got up early, tore through their presents in a wrapping paper-shreddingfrenzy, and now are playing with their new toys, to the tired but satisfied parents who are wondering what they are going to do with all of that wrapping paper, to people like us who are enjoying a cup of coffee as the weather finally turns colder, and to all Webner House readers, near and far, regardless of their faith or creed.  May you enjoy your families and count your blessings today!

When it comes to holiday wishes, you can do worse than the closing lines of the classic poem A Visit From St. Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore:

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”