Advent, Christmas, New Year’s. It is natural to assess one’s happiness this time of year.
I love to look at beautiful things. Materialism isn’t my vice – I don’t want to own all of them – but when the mundane day-to-day drags me down, I need a burst of beauty to regain creativity.
Last week during our staff meeting, Marcy, Anita and I were talking about Christmas. We commented on people’s demeanor, and agreed many of the people we are encountering are just not in a good mood.
During the early ‘80s, when I moonlighted as a disc jockey at a country music station in Rapid City, South Dakota, my Advent was defined by one song and Christmas by another.