Make Up Your Mind!

That’s what my brother wrote in response to my Facebook status update from Saturday.  Here’s what I had posted:

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…I don’t know if there will be snow on the ground later this month, but the few inches we have today creates the perfect setting for putting up the holiday decorations!

My brother, forever alert for opportunities to catch me in a contradiction, pointed out that my blog post from just two days prior specifically stated that I was done with winter.  (Miss it?  Read here.)

He was right to call me on it.  Based on all outward appearances, I was contradicting myself.  But dig deeper.  Both points are valid, at least in my convoluted mind.

Point One: My blog post stands.  I am DONE with winter.  One week with temperatures in the 20s, with wind chill sending us below zero, was plenty.  Unfortunately, the weather trend has continued into this week and, according to the Farmer’s Almanac, that trend will remain consistent for the entire season.  (A friend, who reads the almanac, told me so and I believe her.  She’s a weather guru.  She is never wrong.  Seriously.)

Every time I step outside, my nose hair freezes and my eyes water in the blustery wind, leaving little tear tracks on my cheeks.  My fingers and toes are a constant shade of blue.  Therefore, yes, I would be perfectly happy if the genie in the bottle granted my wish and made it Spring already.  It’s probably not going to happen, but a girl can dream.

Point Two: We had the first snowfall of the season on Saturday, ending up with about five inches of the stuff.  The drab, grey ground was transformed into a sparkling blanket of white.  Tree branches were laden with it.  Small flakes and large flakes alike fell from the sky.

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The world outside my window was beautiful.  Getting me in the mood to decorate for Christmas takes an act of God.  The snow qualified to put me in that mood.  I sucked it up and decorated for the holidays.

(I am often mistaken for the Grinch this time of year.  I am not a fan of shopping.  Ever.  The rank commercialism completely smothers the real reason for the season.  But people expect presents.  Sigh…Wouldn’t it be so much nicer if each of us DID something nice for someone else instead of tossing a brightly colored box filled with some useless trinket under a tree?)

Why I Think Both Points are Valid: The cold bites.  Literally and figuratively.  I don’t want to freeze my tush off.  Winter: take a hike!

That doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate the beauty of freshly fallen snow.  It’s pretty.  It caused my Grinch self to go away for a little while so I could put up a tree and lights.

That being said, one day of pretty snow and holiday cheer was sufficient.  Put a check in the box next to Winter.  Mark it done.  Move on to the next item.

My brother and I keep up with each other on Facebook.  We’re family; that’s how we stay in touch.  Calling me on an apparent contradiction between Facebook and WordPress actually makes me happy.  That means he reads my blog posts, thus supporting my writing endeavors.  I count on his constant vigilance; otherwise, I would be a mass of contradiction.

And having someone who keeps me honest is the sort of Christmas present I can get behind.

© Hilary Clark and “Pining for Poetry & Prose: Pursuing My Passion”, 2010

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