LOOKING back at the calendar, it seems unreal when you realize that there are no more stops between now and Christmas. Well, at least in the US, they still have Thanksgiving to think of but here, in your mind, it feels like you’ve just left the station and it’s a one straightaway path ahead towards the yuletide destination.
It’s likewise odd to think, same time last year, the feeling of a slowly rising sense of panic has returned, like a chug-chugging sound of a train slowly gaining momentum. Ready or not, you’ve no choice but to breathe slowly and recall from memory last year’s Christmas list.
It’s just so good that nowadays, for some Christmas shopping, you can order online to save on time. However, if one thinks about it, time is not really a as easy during this straightaway to Dec.25.
For one, there’s the growing anxiety that comes with it, while you wait for your orders to come. Will the delivered goods be of the same types that I saw on the webpage? Is there a scam in the works somewhere? Did I get the colors right? Did THEY get the colors right? How about my address? In other words, all those normal things a pessimistic old fart likes to dwell on, on a daily basis.
In comparison, you only know too well actual shopping at the malls by this time of year, with the already massive Davao crowd, will begin to involve long lines at both the cashier and the taxi waiting areas much later.
Already wise to that, many slowly wean their senior selves from the inconvenience (and the unpleasant memories of past Christmas shopping sprees), and would rather opt to stay home instead. Besides, your feet are not the same as they used to be like say, a year before.
So being a good dog, you learn to SIT. True, while you may have acquired a small amount of reserve power due to your weekend sorties at the coastal road and the global, malls are different. Your new-found ‘exercise’ may have lessened the chugging and worrying in your mind a little bit, fooling you into believing all is well, you realize you’re not the energizer bunny anymore.
As your mind wanders to your present state of aches and knee joint pains, you accept your fate. It’s just too bad that, unlike other lucky grandparents, your grandchildren are not always within arm’s reach. Otherwise, sitting would not be such a boring chore at all. To end, the path to Christmas is a train ride, alright, and you’ve a ticket. Sit in your designated car and enjoy the ride. Or sleep. As old dogs sleep all day.🐕
