Icy Interruptions

I don’t know about you, but once Thanksgiving hit, our schedule shifted into high gear. We were just starting to digest our turkey and slip into our tryptophan-induced coma when BAM! Suddenly we were accosted by December, and with it came the onslaught of Christmas activities: decorating the church, Hanging of the Greens, Christmas parties, parades, rehearsals for Christmas productions, and on and on. We had been listening to Christmas music since August (the life of a music minister’s family), but I began singing my own rendition of some Christmas songs, which went a little like this: “It’s the most wonderfully busy time of the year…” 

And then snow happened.

I’ll be honest. Though I love Christmas activities, I started singing a different tune. Let it snow! Let it snow! LET IT SNOW!!!

 Snowmageddon 2013 put a halt to pretty much everything on our list of things to do for the past week. Rehearsals were canceled. Parties were rescheduled. Activities have been postponed. And even though this storm threw a big ol’ wrench into all of our plans, I’m not grinding my gears about it.

You know why? It required us to slow down.

I’m not going to say the arctic storm that hit most of the United States was directly caused by our family’s crazy Christmas schedule, but I’m not ruling it out, either. As a result of this icy interruption, our little trio was able to recapture one of the reasons this is the most wonderful time of the year: there’ll be much mistletoeing, and hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near.

We played games and worked on puzzles. We baked sweet snacks, drank hot chocolate, and watched movies. We spent time reflecting on Advent promises of the expected coming of Jesus, the reason for every season.

So, even though I’m about to put on my big girl pants and ready myself for the bustle of Christmas activities that remain on our calendar, I’m thankful nature pressed pause for us for a few days. This time of year is exciting, but that excitement can be lost in the business of shopping and celebrating. However, thanks to our icy interruption, I’m now thankful for the opportunities to spend time outside of my home, celebrating the advent of my Savior with my loved ones in my faith family. Instead of bemoaning the hustle and bustle of our Christmas calendar, I’m ready to sing:

It’s the hap -happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings
When friends come to call
It’s the hap – happiest season of all
There’ll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow…