By G. E. Shuman
I’m
writing this column on Thursday, August 25th. You are reading it at some later date, but
today is important to the story, so that’s why I mentioned it. It’s also why
the title is what it is. In any case,
where and when I am right now, it is August 25th. This morning my wife came to me and said,
“Hey, it’s four months ‘til Christmas!”
Lorna loves Christmas, whereas I mostly just tolerate it, and she is
always excited as Christmas gets closer. She also happens to work in management at a
big shipping company, who’s delivery drivers dread the Christmas rush even more
than Santa’s reindeer do. I shouldn’t
tell you the name of the company, but there is a U, a P, and an S in that name.
Anyway, Lorna always delights in telling
those driver-guys each month when Christmas is exactly five, four, three, two,
or one month away. Today she had to remind me that only four months, exactly,
from today, the presents will be unwrapped for another year. I thanked her for bringing me such joy.
“No”, I
said. ‘It CAN’T be that close! Summer just started!”
I mean, I know the mornings have
been a bit cooler lately, but it really is still August, if just barely. And, yes, there are a few dry maple leaves on
the lawn, but there are still many thousands of green ones up in those big
branches. I understand… yes, the kids (and we teachers) are back in school, and
a few Halloween displays are beginning to appear in the stores, but really. Summer
CAN’T be over already. No, tell me it isn’t so!
Wait, oh ye of little faith, I have
proof that summer shouldn’t be more than maybe a quarter or a third over. I mean, didn’t I just assemble that new
barbecue grill that Emily bought me? I know I did. It seems like we have only used it a few
times. And, yes, we went on a couple of
picnics, and spent a few days at the coast, but we planned time to do so much
more this summer. There must be at least
several more weeks left. I just know there must be.
No, No. Wait a minute. I know! Wasn’t it only recently that I was so excited
to see the seed displays in the stores? I could just smell those tiny plants
pushing their way up through the potting soil that I would so carefully sow
them in, in my little city-house garden. That can’t be over for another year,
can it? And, didn’t I just get the parts to do a little tune up on the old lawn
mower? I know that must have been just a
few days ago. Wasn’t it? And now my wife is telling me that Christmas, of all
things, is only FOUR months away, from TODAY? Unbelievable!
Fellow summer and sun worshipers,
we must unite to fight this calendar thing, because it just isn’t fair at
all! Here’s how we all need to do it. We
must get on the phone to our family members, and get them out at least a few
more times for swimming, and burgers, hotdogs, chicken, and steaks on the
grill. Have a few more campfires, and
tell the kids some ghost stories under the trees, while you roast some more S’mores.
Do this stuff, before the leaves have fallen, and the first snow flurries fly
in your face, chilling all hopes of grilling.
Today, as I have said, (somehow,
thanks to my wife,) Christmas is exactly four months away. When you read this
column, it will be exactly somewhat closer than that. I think that’s why God gave us weekends, even
after school starts. Those
are so we can fire up the grill a few more times,
and have family over for some last roasted corn and spareribs, before we need
to wear mittens to eat them. (Not a
pretty thought.) These weekends are so that we summer lovers don’t have to go ‘cold
turkey’ from summer fun and just wait for cold turkey the day after
Thanksgiving.
The
frost isn’t on the pun’kins quite yet, but that comes next, and we KNOW what
comes after that. Making a law to
abolish the 25th of every month might not do any good, but it’s
worth considering.