Being counter cultural has its benefits and its drawbacks. For my family as Catholics, Christmas starts on December 25. We then get to party hard until Feast of the Baptism of the Lord. This year that’s January 9. That’s 16 whole days! Even if I only push my chipper “Merry Christmas” until Epiphany that’s early January and still elicits slightly stunned looks from store clerks and restaurant wait staff.

Now I understand some of this, they’re burned out! I worked retail for more years than I’d like to count and have seen more than I’d like to admit. The utter grind of the Christmas season starts no later than Halloween and just seems to go on, and on, and on from there. For some customer to utter “Merry Christmas” just as these staff members are desperately trying to unload the clearance and grab few days off is almost obscene to their ears. Been there, done that and I get it. But that doesn’t change who I am. I’m just beginning my fun time and everyone else is ready to pack away their tree!

I say, give it one last fling and enjoy. The decorating is done, there are no more presents to buy, and everyone’s more relaxed. If you’re in school finals are probably done and at work hopefully the end of year statements are also.

I say let’s party like we’re happy God has come to us! Raise a toast to the newborn babe and celebrate the season because here comes Christmas and there are a whole lot of days to go!


Christmas in Colorado.  What does that make you think of?  Snow, the white stuff, piles of it in fact maybe even the ocassional   snow man. Just keep thinking it – but only in the mountains. In fact the storm this week was being described as “epic”.   Alas, for those of us on the front range – or “down in the valley” as some refer to us, there’s not a flake to be found.

One of my kids is grumpy (the other one hates snow) that we will have a brown Christmas.  At least we won’t have to skate to Mass tonight.