For most of the world Christmas is over. The lights have been taken down. Cookies have been eaten. Fudge has been delivered. Presents have been unwrapped. The hustle has been hustled. The bustle has bustled.
I live in a navy town. Things are different here. Lights can go up at any moment. Cookies and fudge and other holiday treats are baked in kitchens every time a ship pulls in. Presents and daddies and mommies arrive on doorsteps. And the hustle and bustle begins again.
I passed a few cars today with Christmas trees tied to the top. What would seem to an untrained eye as a very strange occurrence, is a familiar sight around here. Christmas for the families in those cars was not complete. There was a void, a missing piece. Their holiday needed a second try.
Sometimes I wish my holidays could get a second try. What I'd do differently of I could re hang those lights. Bake one more cookie. Rehang my favorite ornament.
There is something to be learned from Christmas trees on cars in the wrong months. That Christmas is about family. And it's ok to celebrate even when people think you shouldn't. They may point, they may stare, but deep inside they could use a second chance too.