This morning we’re in the middle of one of the biggest transitions of the homestead year. We’ve already dug out our special mugs; I’m setting up new playlists for my iPod; later today I’ll clear out the “on deck” CD rack on the piano, and replace it with a whole new set of CDs that spends most of the year on the hard-to-reach shelves up under the stairs. Yesterday was Thanksgiving, which means today begins our Christmas season.
We celebrate Christmas unashamedly from the day after Thanksgiving till Twelfth Night or Epiphany, January 6th. This, for us, is a good old-fashioned Time Out of Time, a period of the year set apart from all others. I have always fantasized about taking off work the entire season, to completely turn my back on the commercial/working world and its cares to wallow in the season.
Now that we live mostly subsistence, we can come close to doing that. I’m my own boss, what I say goes. So, I’m closing my business for Christmas.
You didn’t know I had a business to close, did you? I do. Continue reading