adjective; showing great attention to detail; very careful and precise
This time of year I am especially and particularly meticulous. I cherish the details of Christmas. The placement of the nativity, the straightness of the lights on the house, the bows on the packages. If you can’t be detail oriented at Christmas, then why be obsessive-compulsive at all?
It’s a bit of a contradiction to try and be practically perfect at the busiest time of the year. And that’s the allure and excitement of it. Like a gambler watching the dice dance just before the win, or loss. The buying and prepping of decorations, presents, favorite foods just before the ultimate success of a big holiday, or the complete destruction of family traditions. Will everyone be all, “That’s just what I wanted!” OR “Mom, why did you burn the rolls?”
Even I will admit that it’s not easy pulling out thoughtful gifts that are beautifully wrapped for everyone, while serving cocktails and hors d’ oeuvres, before a four course meal served on a perfectly set table, in front of a lovely decorated Christmas tree. Hell, it’s a run-on sentence just describing it! Let alone actually accomplishing all of these undertakings. All the while acting as if these tasks were easy, spontaneous and magical. Making everyone feel thought of in a unique way and genuinely loved, while adhering to traditions and merriment. But that is my job as matriarch.
It is often said that “the devil is in the details”. But I think love resides in thoroughness and an in-depth undertaking of making magic for the ones you care so deeply for. I am team meticulous at Christmas and I kind of like that about myself.
“Meticulous planning will enable everything a man does to appear spontaneous.”