| The Holiday Blahs |
[Dec. 15th, 2006|09:03 pm] |
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I think the holiday blahs finally hit me. I was dragging all day today - and I don't think it was just because I was out drinking last night. I think I still would have been in a blah mood anyway. Waking up with intense back pain this morning didn't help. I was supposed to go to the Samba Room tonight, but somehow trying to learn to salsa dance doesn't sound like it would be very helpful for one's back. Instead, I am going to pop a couple of pain killers and lay down on the couch. The ironic thing about the blahs hitting me is that, not long ago, I tried cheer-lead a friend who had been feeling that way.
I suppose I am yearning for the Christmases of my long lost youth. I fondly remember Christmas Eve's at my maternal grandparent's home. I even enloyed them long after I was too old to believe in Santa Claus. We would have a traditional Polish meal called Vagilia (that means vigil). It's a nine course meal that is supposed to represent the nine months that Mary would have carried baby Jesus in her womb. Later, we would spend the evening snacking and singing Christmas carols. Both my Mom and Uncle could play the piano. One of the highlights of the evening was the breaking of a wafer-like piece of bread with other family members. There is a Polish word for it that escapes me right now, but the bread's texture is much like Communion at church. Anyway, one would go up to each family member, wish them things, like peace, good health, and propsperity, etc. As you wish each thing, you break a piece of their bread off and consume the pieces. Then they do same back to you. It really was a beautiful tradition. Of course, as kids, our favorite part of the evening was exchanging an opening a gift.
I had hoped that I would have begun passing on a similar tradition long ago. I guess this time of year starts to remind that I am about to enter yet another year with no one that I can call my own - to have, to hold, to cherish. As I get older, I guess I can't help feeling like I'm running out of time. |
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