It is a shame that Thanksgiving dinner ends so quickly.
After so many hours of preparation, it should take longer to consume. The initiation
of the feast is reminiscent of the starting gates at horse race; the gates open
with the completion of the prayer and the eating begins. Fifteen minutes later,
everyone is sitting back in their chair and loosening their belts.
Despite the retailers prematurely selling Christmas decor
near back to school and Halloween items, for us Christmas season doesn’t start
until after Thanksgiving.
Saturday found me stringing outdoor Christmas lights and
making wreaths for our kids. Almost on cue, a winter storm blew in on Sunday
and covered the lighted pines with the fresh accent of snow. We added “Duck the
Halls” by the Duck Dynasty clan to our Christmas music catalog this year. The
album is surprisingly good.
What better place to spend the Christmas season than in Island
Park? My dad went to great lengths to decorate a single flocked tree. We are
blessed to have a yard full of living examples of what he tried to achieve. It
seems almost pointless to bring a real tree indoors when so many surround the
cabin.
Christmas in Island Park is like living in a snow globe.
The chance of a white Christmas is 100 percent.
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