The Goose Is Getting Fat….

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I have a note that I wrote to myself back on December 27, 12:37am

“blog: best day of Christmas is right at the beginning, maybe Nov. 29?  Dec 1?  Before the lights, before the tree, before the first window on the advent calendar…but which?  try to be conscious of it, when is the pinnacle, the height of expectation & promise when it’s there but still far off, all the goodness of the season between it and you…?  BUT, will looking for that moment heighten or devalue?”

Thoughts, anyone?

Eleven months have passed.  It’s time to find out.

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About JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
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13 Responses to The Goose Is Getting Fat….

  1. Haylee says:

    What a great way of looking at it! The expectation is always so much more exciting. Personally, as we have December birthdays, we never put our tree up (or even think of anything being Christmasy) until the 14th Dec at the earliest, but getting the decorations out and knowing we’ll be dressing it shortly whilst listening to our Christmas soundtrack is probably one of the best moments. Although, once it’s done and we can just sit in the dark, looking at the lights is also something I look forward to. Before the rushing and stressing to have everything else prepared starts!

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    • JunkChuck says:

      Ah, December birthdays! We found out about our pregnancy on a Christmas vacation, all those years ago. I wasn’t quite the Christmas zealot I am now, but I do remember thinking “summer is a good time for birthdays–far away from the big holidays.” I have a brother in law born on Christmas Day–he gets scrooged a little in terms of that king for a day birthday stuff. I sat in the dark and looked at my tree last night–fantastic!

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  2. Mummy Tries says:

    I agree, the first week of December always holds such magical promise 🙂

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  3. Mummy Tries says:

    Love that picture too!

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  4. leggypeggy says:

    It’s summer in Australia and many of us have a different take on Christmas. While holiday paraphernalia has been in some stores (notably Costco) since I got back from overseas in October, nobody has trees or lights up yet. Christmas music isn’t playing in the shops and Santa isn’t around. I find it hard to get into a baking routine because the temperatures will be in the 80s. My Christmas spirit kicks in about 20 December.

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  5. bellucci56 says:

    Advent is the key for me. The anticipation of Christmas-and for us, the Christmas Eve feast. My daughter used to get weepy on Christmas morning BEFORE PRESENTS because it was “all over.”

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    • JunkChuck says:

      I’ve totally felt that, but not usually until later in the day. I like the anticipation as well–the ritual of the preparations. I’m not a church person, but my love of the season was certainly fed by my Methodist childhood and its clearly defined process that began with the weekly lighting of advent candles. I don’t remember writing the note that began this post–but I must have been trying to give myself a sense of appreciating the moments of the season, rather than the flood of sense and experience.

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  6. Another great time is the week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve. No more rushing around, just a peaceful relaxed time to enjoy the company of people you like (hopefully), eat leftovers and read books you got for Christmas. And that is a lovely picture you posted.

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    • JunkChuck says:

      I enjoy the whole season and vow every year to savor it more than I ultimately do, thanks to the inevitable busy schedule–but you’re right. I usually feel a pang of sadness on Christmas Day, or the next morning, but then my friends who left town for the holiday start to roll back in, someone throws a party, and there are all those cookies left to eat. I hadn’t given that a lot of thought before you mentioned it.

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  7. A different way to enter Christmas, something I’m exploring this year. Thanks for this post, which helps my thoughts along.

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    • JunkChuck says:

      Thanksgiving morning was pretty great–I made home-made crescent rolls from scratch, stuffing, cranberry sauce while my daughters baked three pies for dinner. Three. The Macy’s Parade on the TV, some Christmas music lightly in the background (it’s the first day my wife allows holiday music in the house). That was pretty damn festive. We got got the tree Saturday, had some friends over for beer and popcorn in the evening, put the lights up on the house Sunday, and decorated the tree yesterday afternoon. Now, to delve into all those boxes of inside decorations…it’s feeling pretty good right now, despite the record warmth of November being a little disorienting. If it gets better, and it may, we’re going to have a great year.

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