The Christmas season always speeds by, but with every year, it zips past at a faster pace. This year especially, it’s a blur. Is it the lack of that extra week, due to Thanksgiving’s later date? That our daughter wasn’t with us for quite as long? Is it my advancing age? It certainly does seem that time moves more and more quickly the older I get.

My husband, who is younger, agrees.   We find ourselves looking at the Christmas tree after dinner and marveling at the fact that December 25 and its accompanying festivities are all in the rear view mirror. We did the usual decorative preparations–the indoor/outdoor lighting, the wreaths, a small forest of Christmas trees at our house and my mother’s. We shopped for our family and and others, we wrapped gifts. We enjoyed a celebratory pre-Christmas dinner out with our daughter and her fiance. Post-Christmas, our two families walked and talked through an extensive light show at a local garden park. Of course, there was the not-to-be missed Live Nativity and Christmas Eve worship service. We opened gifts and shared Christmas dinner with my mother.  No crucial elements were missing. Maybe I wasn’t paying enough attention? Not living in the moment? Looking back, it seems as though I was too busy to be mindful.

And then, yesterday, on the final day of Christmas, it snowed.  A big, beautiful, drifting snow.  Now it really looks like Christmas.  And it just so happens that I have time to breathe in and out fully, and to enjoy that Christmas feeling.  No appointments, no projects that must be tackled immediately.  Now, I can be present.

So, at a point at which most people are taking down their Christmas decorations, or have boxed them up days ago, I will be savoring them. 

My husband is typically not one for issuing decrees.  He’s never played the bossy guy with me, as he knows it would do him no good.  But he has decreed that January 6th must be the final evening for the outdoor spotlights and interior window candles.  This is a stretch for him.  Growing up, his family took down the tree down sometimes even before they ushered in the new year.  Although a church-goer all his life, he wasn’t aware, until I informed him, of the tradition of leaving the decorations up until Epiphany.  We can’t turn the lights out until the Magi arrive!  How will they find the baby Jesus without simulated stars to guide them? 

My husband fears that without his guidance, I’d leave the decorations up until Easter.  But I wouldn’t.  They’d be out before Valentine’s Day.  I may attempt to negotiate a few extra days with the exterior lights and the candles.  Because with the snow, the illuminated house looks extra pretty.  I could say that.  Or because it’s the middle of the week, when his days are spent at the office.  He’d probably rather not spend an evening packing up the candles, right?  (He puts them up, and he takes them down.)

I’ll probably let him get his way with the lights that are in his charge.  But all the other interior lights and decorations–those are in my purview.  With those, I’ll take my time.  I’ll relish this white Christmas in the post-Christmas season.