Yvonne Tally talks about her new book, “Breaking Up with Busy”
When I was a child growing up in Bayside New York, I looked forward every year to the moment when it started “feeling like the holidays.” I never knew exactly when that special feeling would show up. One year it arrived right after my mother had finished decorating the Christmas tree. My father switched on the white twinkling lights and my family and I sat in the dimly lit room, breathing in the scent of pine. My mother took my hand as we admired the beautiful tree, and I felt the familiar holiday magic light up my soul.
Another year, the spirit came to me during a church service, as the choir’s voices soared during an especially beautiful arrangement of Oh Holy Night. My grandfather had recently passed, and I remember feeling his loving presence right beside me in the pew as the choir sang his favorite carol.
As I got older, the spirit sometimes took longer to present itself. One year I thought I might not feel it at all – then, leaving midnight mass on Christmas Eve, I was thrilled to see that it had started snowing while we were in the church. The quiet streets were magically transformed by sparkling flakes, and as I watched them fall, illuminated by the streetlights, I felt it. That elusive spirit of the holidays that is a magical blend of anticipation, hope, love, and something else. Something intangible and timeless and special.