Christmas is not widely celebrated in this largely Muslim nation, so I managed to avoid any TV gift advertisements, human-interest news stories, or Yuletide decorations until early December. That’s good, I thought.
“I was watching Jimmy Cagney in “Yankee Doodle Dandy” this morning on TCM,” I told a friend later in the day. “I have gone out of my way time and time again to understand Broadway musicals, but I know I am constitutionally incapable of appreciating them on any level because I think they are fundamentally stupid. I have similar feelings about Christmas. I no longer feel any need to appreciate it. When I do feel the urge, I realize that it’s only out of habit, not need.”
However, it impossible to be unaware that something major is happening in the larger world. The days feel like they are melting away to nothing more than an extended pause in the darkness. There was no sun today, none yesterday, nor the day before. The solstice is the 21st but the perception of the shortest day lags a few days. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner is negotiated and the light, bit by bit, returns.
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