It truly is nearly Christmas. I'm still trying to block it out, to keep it from becoming the extra-huge commercially inspired and fired holiday that it's become. I find the longer I pretend it's not there, the less the ads and hype, the "have tos", spoil the essence of it all for me. I've been called a Scrooge, but I am not. I just want to be able to see through all the smoke and mirrors, ribbons and bows, to something simple and more meaningful.
Yesterday I went to my parents house to watch a little football with my Pop. I couldn't escape noticing the gigantic tree my folks have put up right inside the door. Unexpectedly my 3 yr old niece and 5 yr old nephew were there checking out Grammy and Grampy's tree. THAT is a simple thing. Legitimate joy and wonder.
As this week rushes towards the weekend, I'm going to keep my pace slow, stay out of the fray, and watch from a distance-like a photographer-for the "un-hyped" parts of Christmas.