Do You Hear What I Hear? The Quiet Of The Season.

It may just be my imagination, but along about the 23rd or so, a calm seems to descend upon the frenzy that is Christmas.  By now, like it or not, we're only two days away and most of what needs to get done is either done, or isn't going to get done.

Said another way, the rush is dying down and the calm is growing.

It feels like we can take a collective breath, admire what's been accomplished, allow for what has not, and look forward to whatever Christmas traditions that beckon 48 hours from now.

For those who take a break from work, however brief, there's likely a pause from routine, and a chance to reflect on what Christmas (or Hanukkah or Quanza) means to us.  Regardless of how we feel as adults, it's almost impossible to ignore the excitement of children, the beauty of the decorations, and the majesty of the music.

The season--for all its commercialism--is a time to pause.  It could be my optimism showing through, but people seem to be a little kinder.  They let you guide your sleigh--ok, your car--into the lane you need to be in. The clerk at the hardware store smiles.  The bagger at the grocery grins and asks if you're "ready" for the holidays.

The season gives us all kinds of permission. Permission to be a little silly. People don goofy Santa hats, glowing Christmas light necklaces and even elf shoes.

Permission to break the ice in a communication stalemate--after all, who could fault you for sending a holiday card or calling to wish season's greetings?

Permission to treat yourself with an occasional cookie, eggnog or other indulgence. Even permission to snag that bargain sweater for a gift, and maybe one for yourself.

Permission to reconnect with your faith--no matter how lapsed it might feel or how long it's been.

And, yes, Virginia, it gives us--in the face of an awful economy, political unrest, unpredictable and destructive weather, war, need, and loved ones far away--permission to renew. To look for the star in the east. And permission to hope.

With that, I bid you joy in your hearts this season.

Until, next time, thanks for listening.