The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

     They say Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year, but I think it’s more the second or third week of August, the dog days filled with everything and nothing, tasked with no obligations, and certainly no trips to Macy’s.

      Undoubtedly, there is a special magic that appears in the ether around Christmastime, a collective contract to make manifest the intangible values of togetherness and generosity. For a time, flights to Kansas, giant boxes of sweets, and cards sent in snail mail serve as our new currency.

     But there is something uniquely magical about those days in August, when togetherness and generosity occurs mainly within oneself, within our decisions about how to spend those last days of summer, about how to make use of time, the truly most valuable of currencies.

     Here’s wishing you a rich Christmas and a wealthy New Year, the kinds of which can never be bought.