Comments on: ‘Tis the Season… http://www.parham.org/2008/12/11/tis-the-season Practicing random acts of cognition. Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:32:59 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 By: Betka http://www.parham.org/2008/12/11/tis-the-season/comment-page-1#comment-7768 Betka Mon, 29 Dec 2008 02:36:06 +0000 http://www.parham.org/?p=308#comment-7768 When asked what my favorite holiday is I always answer...Thanksgiving...not because I am so skinny that I could indeed eat an entire turkey -- especially the skin -- but because there is no pressure. There is no pressure to be sitting at everyone's table -- thank God for understanding families -- no pressure to get to the mall before it closes...no pressure to wrap presents that after they are opened get that "Oh...that's cool..." comment. And there is no holiday guilt...I'm supposed to smile and nod and host and cook and bake and wrap until the Martha Stewart bitch in me is screaming, "Merry F*&^ing Christmas!" instead of remembering that God sent His son to us, and we should be singing, "Happy Birthday" instead of "Jingle Bells"... I came across a song this year...an new one by Amy Grant...some of the words are... "I need a silent night, a holy night, to hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise. I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here to end this crazy day with a silent night." The name of the song is...are you ready?..."I Need a Silent Night". It's my new favorite Christmas song...one that is appropriate for every day, really...We, well at least me, I get caught up in the "calendar" of everything...got a meeting this night and a rehearsal that night and a wedding on Saturday and gotta sing at Mass after that and Lauren has a soccer game and a cross country meet and how am I gonna get Joey from school when I am supposed to be over there doing that thing I don't really want to do but already said I would. I wonder sometimes what it would be like to be sick...that sounds morbid I guess, but I sometimes I wonder if things would get done if I couldn't do them. Of course they would...but they wouldn't be done by me. That is my purgatory...my way is the best way, right? Probably not, but until I am willing to buy into that it will never be "right"...maybe that should be my new year's resolution...to not always be right and allow things to be done "wrong". What could it hurt? Maybe I would feel less pressure...hmmm...maybe... When asked what my favorite holiday is I always answer…Thanksgiving…not because I am so skinny that I could indeed eat an entire turkey — especially the skin — but because there is no pressure. There is no pressure to be sitting at everyone’s table — thank God for understanding families — no pressure to get to the mall before it closes…no pressure to wrap presents that after they are opened get that “Oh…that’s cool…” comment. And there is no holiday guilt…I’m supposed to smile and nod and host and cook and bake and wrap until the Martha Stewart bitch in me is screaming, “Merry F*&^ing Christmas!” instead of remembering that God sent His son to us, and we should be singing, “Happy Birthday” instead of “Jingle Bells”…

I came across a song this year…an new one by Amy Grant…some of the words are…
“I need a silent night, a holy night, to hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise. I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here to end this crazy day with a silent night.”

The name of the song is…are you ready?…”I Need a Silent Night”. It’s my new favorite Christmas song…one that is appropriate for every day, really…We, well at least me, I get caught up in the “calendar” of everything…got a meeting this night and a rehearsal that night and a wedding on Saturday and gotta sing at Mass after that and Lauren has a soccer game and a cross country meet and how am I gonna get Joey from school when I am supposed to be over there doing that thing I don’t really want to do but already said I would. I wonder sometimes what it would be like to be sick…that sounds morbid I guess, but I sometimes I wonder if things would get done if I couldn’t do them. Of course they would…but they wouldn’t be done by me. That is my purgatory…my way is the best way, right? Probably not, but until I am willing to buy into that it will never be “right”…maybe that should be my new year’s resolution…to not always be right and allow things to be done “wrong”. What could it hurt? Maybe I would feel less pressure…hmmm…maybe…

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