Joy

A time for reflection often begins after the Christmas festivities wind down and a new calendar year approaches. Most of us are still wading in piles of Christmas wrap and leftover packaging. The empty gift bags are awaiting possible repurposing and the new sweater that doesn't fit quite right beckons our attention. Gift cards need to be categorized so they don't get lost and go unused. Scavenged candy and cookie trays attract fewer gleaners. Expanding waistbands cry for mercy. The once clean and organized house is a little frazzled around the edges and in need of deliverance.

Mixed in with all the chaos and trips to the grocery store, we find joy. It is true that moments of delight are most often found in the little things. Here are a few of mine.

1) New leather purse. It is not flashy or dashy. It does not have sparkly baubles, chains and sophistication. It just feels and smells like real leather. I am a sucker for well crafted simplicity. It makes me smile.

2) Church figurine. It has been in the family for quite some time which makes it a bit sentimental. But, the best part is the little bulb inside that lights up the stained glass windows with a warm glow. I am not much for holiday decorations (scroogey, in fact) but I appreciate the symbolism of the charming little house of worship. It gives my eyes a restful break.

3) Chex Mix. Traditional, please. Spare the apple pie spice or the Hidden Valley seasoning mix or the cocoa dustings. Mainline me the worcestershire sauce, Lawry's seasoning, butter, garlic powder and Chex cereal (a little corn and a little rice). Bake in the oven, not the microwave, for toasty, roasty goodness. Hide in the freezer and hope the bag is still full when company arrives. Addicted and okay with that.

4) Three little kings. Our neighbors have three rambunctious boys under the age of ten. Cabin fever can be lethal. Their very wise mother bundled them up one day last week and sent them outside with three hammers. Their task was to dismantle the outgrown Playskool slide. The banging and whacking made quite a ruckus but it reminded me that good neighbors are certainly to be treasured.

5) Memories. They are without any monetary value and are priceless. I was blessed with many this Christmas. Our sweet daughter and son-in-law traveled through miles of flat plains, mountain passes and finicky weather fronts to spend time with us. My siblings from around the world gathered together for the first time in many, many years. My mom was still able to enjoy precious moments with her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The food was bounteous and laughter sponged away all woes.

Joy to the World, the Lord has come.

Peace and goodwill to all.