I don't know if it's just how fast time flies, repetition or over-commercialization, but I find myself referring to this time of year more and more as the "horror-days".
And then something happens that, even though it's become part of the routine this time of year, also grabs right through my ribs and breathes a warm, bright spark of in-the-moment life into my sometimes less-than-enthusiastic holiday spirit. That happened last night at the Westborough High School Winter Concert. All I had to do was walk in the auditorium, and already I could feel my spirit lift and lighten. And then the concert itself - almost two hours of youthfully exuberant voices and accomplished pure orchestral music - only added wings to let that spirit take off and fly. I sure didn't resist - and even went back for the performance to the student body this morning. Great!
