It's funny, but the reminder of our blessings on
Thanksgiving, and our joy in
The Birth of
Our Holy Redeemer at
Christmas, keeps the short, cold, monochromatic days of winter at bey. On
December 26th, we awake and sigh, amazed at how quickly the most important day of the year has come and gone so quickly, and so ignominously. Yet, there's still hope. We have
New Year's Eve to give us one last opportunity to extend the holiday euphoria. We brighten up, make some phone calls in search of that potentially perfect party, and dash off to our favorite
wine and spirits store to stock up on
Champagne, and other assorted booze. What is it about holidays that make us want to eat and drink more than we would on any other day of the year? In the midst of this self induced frenzy, we manage to keep the "realities" at a safe distance. We're still on holiday leave, so we don't want to think about the job; that romantic fling, that was sure to be our
Winter's Love in Spring; or the annual fight with your brother-in-law when family gets together on Christmas. Perhaps, before we go a-partying, we will attend
a New Year’s Eve Watch Night Service, where we can lay these burdens down.
So what is all this ruckus about? On the
Cosmic Calendar, it's the quadrillionth tick of a decayed photon, after the
Big Bang, that is real time. But with us
Humans it's something relevant to our need to find solace in this big, cold, indifferent
Universe. We are, at soul level, children crying out in the wilderness for an immense, all powerful parent figure to assure us that we are safe and loved. So we passionately embrace our myths, superstitions, and nightmares to remind us of our human weaknesses which condemn us to a life bereft of our unrealized potential. "Surely," we try to convince ourselves, "
Heaven is a far more attractive place than exploring the dark regions of the Universe, in beautifully constructed spaceships?" Heaven and angel wings vs.
Alpha Centuri and the challenge of building
intergallactic hardware is the question. That said, the clock strikes midnight and
Earth has completed its 365th revolution around the
Sun. We rejoice, not in this primary physical (f)act, but for the alcohol that has allowed us to feel released from all the guilt and shame acquired over the course of all the years passed. "Good Riddance, 2005!", we might slur, and place our now drained glass on the bar. Now that we are brand new beings, with brand new shiny souls, our next mission is to find a face to kiss--if we're single; or kiss the face we're with, keeping our fingers crossed that in this new year, our partner will finally devulge his or her real salary.
Having said all of the above, I'll be at home, stroking my PC keys with a glass of my favorite
Shiraz. It's been a pleasure commensurating with all of you with whom I commensurated with in 2005; and it is my dearest wish that 2006 will bring you a ton of money, and the love of a life time!