Knightly Scribblings of the Year

The 342nd of the Year 2022: Day 8 of B.E.D.D.

A WdC Community Challenge


         I am delighted to find that there is a community challenge that takes blog posts. Today was again unremarkable, so a writing challenge that says to write based on this song (linked below) is a lifesaver for my daily blogging this month.


Dreaming of a White Christmas like I Used to Know


         I live in Canada, so a white Christmas is a given. With lockdowns ended and a premiere unlikely to bring them back, Christmas celebrations should be more in line with how life should be at this time. And yet, I still dream of a white Christmas like the ones I used to know. "Now, what kind of Christmas is it that you are dreaming of," you may wonder. Well, it is a Christmas that sees me visit my friends on weekdays, family on the festive days and weekends, and attending church for the services that warm the soul better than a cup of hot cider.


         With friends, this will honestly take some deliberate action on my part since much of my social life still hasn't recovered fully from the cultural suicide that was prolonged lockdown. There are a handful of friends that spring to mind when considering this task of rebuilding those ancient alliances that I held dear, and this weekend I will get started contacting them for available times and schedules. (Two of them are married now, and I am embarrassed to say I don't even remember when that happened.)


         Family is the easiest of the old Christmas traditions to engage with since I am still firmly tethered to everyone in my immediate family, and the biggest thing is that I want to do a little more for my wider family of aunts, uncles, and cousins. I think digital Christmas cards would be nice since I am a little late sending physical cards.


         I plan to linger a little more after the church services this year and really take the time to wish as many people as I can a Merry Christmas. I just so very much miss talking with people in the church foyer with a Christmas cookie in one hand and a cup of hot cinder in the other.


         The running theme here, in case you missed it, is that the Christmases that I used to know are ones where I spend time with people I care about in a meaningful way. Yet there is a single new element of my life that would make Christmas feel like a Christmas from my past, and that would be my girlfriend. We have had a long-distance relationship the whole time we've been together; however, I can't say that Christmas is the same for me until I can spend Christmas with her in the same room. So when I dream of a white Christmas like I used to know, I dream of a white Christmas watching the snow fall outside, cuddled under a blanket on the couch with hot chocolate and the literal woman of my dreams. That's the white Christmas I am dreaming of.

Memento Mori,


 KS