Is it just me or does it seem like Father Time mashes the gas pedal a little harder when Dec. 1 rolls around each year?
Traffic has picked up in certain places. Drivers weave in and out of lanes, and of course, don’t give a signal.
Anxiety has increased and everyone has a frazzled appearance.
Nobody smiles – at all.
I mean, what’s the deal?
The holiday season comes but once a year.
We should all be used to hitting the grocery store or shopping mall – just before the doors close – on Christmas Eve. That’s become an adrenaline rush to some of my friends, but I don’t have a clue why.
They can’t explain, either.
I used to be one of those “last-minute” people.
I can’t begin to count how many stores I hit just before they were about to lock the doors. On occasion I slipped through the doors because I saw exactly what I wanted to buy on the shelf.
It may not have been the perfect gift, but it was something.
While I drove home, I wondered if I had enough wrapping paper, tape and bows. Sometimes I’d call mom and ask if we could wrap gifts when I got to her house on Christmas Eve.
She always had plenty to spare.
Man, those were the days.
Still, Christmas has become way too commercialized.
Long before Halloween ended, local chain stores had already cleared shelves for holiday merchandise. The candy came first, followed by lights, a slew of decorations and rows of children’s toys.
It’s almost like we don’t have time to slow down and breathe.
What’s been refreshing to me has been my Facebook feed.
As I’ve said before, I’ve either seen videos or read stories about numerous acts of kindness that have taken place all over the world. A lot of my local friends are participating in live Nativity scenes, lighting Advent candles or decorating their homes in a Victorian theme.
I love their creativity.
We celebrate the birth of a child who selflessly sheds His blood to forgive us of our sins. It’s the most wonderful gift we could ever receive and should revel in that joy every day of the year.
That’s truly what is magical about the season.
Rudy Coggins is assistant editor of the Mount Olive Tribune. You can reach him at email@example.com.