I was thinking about my upcoming trip to Malta with my cousin today at lunch. We had hammered out the dates that she was going to be over there, the 2nd through the 13th of Jan. My plan all along was to get there a day or two before her, just so I could settle in and meet her at the airport and whatnot. Well, that would mean I needed to get there on the 1st. Hmmm, that might be problematic it being a holiday and all. Well how about a couple of days before that? If I was going to get there on the 29th, I might as well get there a little earlier and see Christmas. That wouldn’t be so bad, after all, it would certainly be better spending Christmas in a very Christian place as opposed to a conservative Muslim country where it would be just another day… Maybe I could be in Italy during Christmas, that would be amazing! Christmas in Sicily… kind of like the ring of that. But I don’t know, do I really want to spend the extra money and go through the hassle?
As I was debating in my mind whether I should spend an enjoyable, if more expensive, Christmas in Italy, a strange thing happened. “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” came on the radio. I kid you not, the 25th of July and Burl effing Ives was on the radio in Arby’s. That’s a bit too random to be random. As Rick says, “Sometimes God speaks to you clearly and directly.” So I’m looking into it. If I can afford it, I’m going to do it.