It’s beginning to look a LOT like Christmas, around Arlington and here at the house. Even at its best, the Broadway plaza in the Center is far from picturesque, but GHB and I were there last week just as dusk was falling, while we waited for the end of LHB’s dance class. There were Santa-hatted high school carolers, a dusting of snow, and gingerbread treats – we stumbled into an A-town Christmas moment!
All was glowing anticipation, and window shopping felt oddly relaxing.
We found an express mailstop for the North Pole which has inspired some very intriguing letter-writing this week. I hope Santa has a good HP department and trust the elves (or the yetis!*) are working overtime! (That’s Harry Potter, not Hewlett Packard, for you Silicon Valley types.)
At home, the house next door sends up a glow that is bright enough to read by. LHB likes to fall asleep watching the sparkle from her bunk by the window.
This week we lit our own first lights, outside and indoors.
And over the weekend the girls danced in our wonderfully glittering and jazzy Dance Place Nutcracker.
All these lights against the long night’s darkness; glowing warmth and bitter frost — it is the season of contrasts. The December holidays are both joyful and stressful, brimming with delights yet tinged with the undertow of loss, distance, and over-long to-do lists.
Like most of our friends and their families, we are too busy this week, and the calendar for next week looks just as crazy. I am trying to light one small candle at a time, to not curse the darkness, and to embrace both the blues and the blaze of Christmastime.
our front door on a foggy evening last week
* See Nicholas St. North and/or Rise of the Guardians… yetis make the toys; elves just make mischief!