Twas the noon before Christmas, and all through the Creek, some creatures were still stirring, some to get a wee peek, at Santa on Facebook, all cheery in red, while he reads to our village from Clement Clarke Moore, the story of a visit from St. Nicholas, the classic poem of yore. Tune in to the Roberts Creek Community Association Facebook page from noon on the 24th till 7 p.m. the 25th for our very own Santa bringing the tale of the jolly elf himself to the youngsters and the young at heart. A Santa’s sack full of Kisses to the organizers: Sechelt Downtown Business Association’s Theresa Logan and Lucy Clark (District of Sechelt), as well as Steve Sleep and Brittany Broderson of Eastlink. You all made the nice list!
In my first column of this mixed up, muddled up, shook up year, I asked “will it all be a hairball coughed up on the carpet?” I think the answer will have to be a “yes.” Sorry we had to go through that but at least we did it together/apart. I am looking for a new daytimer to help me forget this year and plan the one ahead and, is that a light I see at the end of the tunnel? Time will tell but let’s look back in 12 months and see if it isn’t attached to a train barrelling down on us or not. Good luck!
I have thought that Christmas comes too early. Delayed gratification is something I am trying to educate my son about, something seriously lacking in today’s insta-pot world. Have a hankering for a hamburger? Uber eats is on the way. Seems like whatever you want, there is a drone standing by to fulfill your smallest whim lest we have to experience an unfulfilled desire. But Christmas comes too early. In the depths of a cold and wet February, I pine for Christmas. We need something to sustain us through the dark, damp days of winter, and looking forward to Christmas may be the ticket. Perhaps it is such a large holiday we can break it up into little, more manageable chunks. Light the lights this week, trim the tree next, give a small gift to your loved ones every fortnight and bake for a friend or neighbour on the off week. We can take the best of this holiday feeling and spread it across the months like so much Robertson’s golden shred lemon marmalade. Buddy the elf knows what to do. In this weird time, new traditions could serve us well, we all have the power to build our world the way we like it, you know. No, really, we do.
This will be my last column for 2020, so I have a few choice words for the last 12 months. Don’t let the door hit you on the arse on yer way out, you stanky dumpster fire of a year! Have a great end of December and I hope to see you before February Christmas.
Max and I wish you all a healthy holiday. [email protected]
