Everything seems to be in chaos the week before Thanksgiving. I was in New York City yesterday, where the decorations are going up and some stores are playing the usual holiday songs, but nobody seems ready to accept the fact that the most hectic shopping season is about to descend. It certainly was cold enough to be late November.
Along with the mass of humanity in Times Square (among whom I also count the dozens of costumed characters struggling to stay warm to get their pictures taken with their throngs of fans), I was freezing in spite of my outerwear choices. What warmed the spirit were the lights on Broadway, the heat emanating from the big box attractions, and passing by the occasional chestnut cart.
I didn’t see Rockefeller Center this trip; I intend to wait until I go back later on for that. I’m sure they’re putting the tree together and priming the various performers and support teams for the upcoming holiday hoopla. The spirit hasn’t taken hold of everybody yet; I had a disinterested associate on my visit to McDonald’s for dinner, who didn’t even crack a grin when I made a light joke about an extra dollar bill which got stuck to its wallet mates. What saved the encounter was the fact that, after years of not making shakes a part of my meals, I got a chocolate shake and found they offer whipped cream and a cherry on top. That’s a new one for me. Wendy’s doesn’t do that, and I haven’t had one of their beverages for a while either.
Maybe it’s because of the difficulties associated with wishing people a good holiday that makes it hard to get into the mood for the rest of the year. Over the past decade or so, lots of information has come out about what our holidays mean: the truths, the lies and the controversy about all of it. I won’t go there this time, but I don’t think that all the despressing factoids about the holiday season should get in the way of people being nice to each other. We still have a few days until the start of the shopping and general mayhem of the season gets started. Let’s decompress now and gird our loins, as it were, and not forget that, good or bad, time will tick on and we will look behind this time of year all to soon in the future. Enjoy what is good about it now.