It is well known that all year long Rav Chaim Meir, the Vizhnitzer Rebbe, lived in a Yom Tov atmosphere. We know that the Parsha read awakens the times and the feelings, and so it was that each Parsha the Rebbe lived the Yomim Tovim mentioned therein. There was no Parsha, Haftora or some connection to the upcoming Yom Tov that he ever missed.
Whether it was explicit, hinted at in some gematria or roshei teivos or notrikon, he would always connect his Divrei Torah to Yom Tov, and this would create a holiday atmosphere. The space in between the Yomim Tovim was for the Rebbe like Chol HaMoed and as soon as one Yom Tov ended, the next Yom Tov commenced with almost no break between them. As winter began he was already preparing for Pesach and at the end of summer the upcoming high holidays of the Yomim Noro’im were already beckoning him and found their way into his every nuance and being. Nissan and Tishrei held hands and embraced as their sanctity permeated one another and spread their ethereal kedusha over all and this poured down and descended upon all who basked in the Rebbe’s light and glory.
When his son printed the third volume of Imrei Chaim and gave it to the Gerrer Rebbe, the Bais Yisrael, telling him that it was Volume 3 on the Moadim, the Gerrer Rebbe remarked, “And do you mean to tell me that the other two volumes are not about the Moadim?” (Meir HaChaim II p. 154)
