Whoever is singing, “Let it Snow,” please stop, at least for a while. As I write this, I haven’t even wrestled with that 10-ton turkey yet, but the snow keeps on coming. Of course, by the time you read this, the turkey and trimmings will be gone, except for leftovers probably in the freezer. At this point, I can’t remember this many snowfalls before December even arrives.
I don’t mind snow, for the most part. I must admit the snow that came on the 24th was pretty. In fact, since I didn’t really get the high winds they talked about, it is still stacked up on the tree branches, and it is looking a lot like a Christmas card outside.
I didn’t really enjoy the slow and slippery drive home from Shawano that day. What is more, when I got home and put the groceries away, I put the TV on. Nothing came on the screen but “Total signal loss.” Having TV via Dish Network, I knew what the problem was. The beautiful snow was covering the dish and needed to be removed.
So, once more I bundled up and trudged to the northwest corner of the house with a broom to sweep off the dish. It was then I vowed to invent a snow-melt gadget for the dish, but since I have no inventing skills, that is one vow that will not be kept.
Meanwhile, last weekend with the rain, I decided not to put Christmas lights outside. So putting those up will also require trudging through the snow. That gives me flashbacks to when my kids were small, and we would harvest our Christmas tree from the woods on the farm.
They were never perfect, sheared trees, but there was a certain pleasure in knowing that this tree grew on our own land and would adorn our living room for Christmas. Plus, if there are holes in the tree, there is more room to hang ornaments.
By the time we went tree hunting, there was often quite a bit of snow, which provided us with more exercise than we were looking for. Eventually, we would find one everyone would agree on and chop it down and drag it back to the house.
That is a sweet memory to have, but now I am content in having a family member bring up my artificial tree from the basement and set that up. Funny how being a senior citizen changed my perspective on what is fun. A senior citizen with an aching knee will be content with less than usual this year, as I will need to depend on my family for more help than in the past.
Last year, I said I wanted to downsize. I told my family I wasn’t going to get them Christmas gifts this year. Rather, I would like them to take some of the Christmas decorations that I have, for a keepsake for them. I am not really sure how that is going to work out, but somehow we will figure it out.
Meanwhile, I have a lot to be thankful for. I am warm in my own home. My one knee bothers me, but I am still walking and caring for myself. Meanwhile, I have family close by who are willing to help. Psalm 95:2 “Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!”
Categories
