Home Brew Town coasts into the valley between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Last slabs of leftover sliced turkey and soup are getting eaten. Cold weather is not a threat now, it's a promise - it's on your doorstep. It's nipping at your nose as you take Fido out for late nite doody. We hear something called a polar vortex coming from the TV in the other room while making dinner. Ugh. Polar should stay in its own neighborhood.
Woods are getting thinner with the brownfall of spent leaves, the arthritic fingers of bare limbs showing now where there was once green and nests and life. It's only moments now until they are crested with snow and ice. Birdsong has disappeared (are they sad?)
But in our homes, the heart of our lives beats strong and warm, the golden human hues of incandescent lamps stretches out the windows in bold defiance of the early evenings and impending cold. Inside our homes, we are anticipating family visits, time off from work, kids home from school. Christmas cards are starting to arrive, with canned Hallmark greetings and incredible pictures of friends and their families aging, adding, and that does remind us that we're doing the same (OMG).
Home Brew Town puts up the Christmas Tree about now. We are thinking: what is the most thoughtful gift I could get for Mary or John this year? Homemade duckcloth cornhole bags with appliqued initials? Oh yea. Maple and mahogany chess board? Maybe. Banana muffins for the neighbor: definitely. Gems for the wife: umm... maybe next year.
Home Brew Town prepares for Christmas 2016.