noun: the annual Christmas festival celebrating Christ’s birth, held on December 25th
in the Western Church
I had a festive faux pas at the beginning of the month which included, but was not limited to, a jaunt to a rather far off mountain town to claim a real wooded forestry “Christmas Tree”. It did not go well. So, the trees are from Home Depot and are predictively dead three days before Christmas. I say tree(s) because this is the last child’s last Christmas before heading off to college next summer. Her one wish was a second tree, which I gladly granted after the failed attempt of said mountain tree hunting. My husband was not happy. He
thinks thought two trees are would be ostentatious. But after living with them for a few weeks he decided two trees are very festive and should now be a new tradition. Where could we fit a third?
Next are “The Cards”. I always said I had four children because they look so good on a Christmas Card. And it is true. But with the boys in college two-thousand and three-thousand miles away respectively, it is difficult to get a current photo. Let alone of all of us together. This year was special in that my oldest son graduated and we were all together. In a big city. And happy! So luckily that worked out for us, this year. But I celebrate my friend whose card this year reads in lovely font “‘Twas a few weeks before Christmas and amidst all the fun, we suddenly realized a Christmas card pic just ain’t gettin’ done.” Been there!
The table is set, but the food is not bought. The gifts are bought, but not everything is wrapped. However the whole lot of us are together. And laughing a lot! Which is really all that is important. I love Winston Churchill’s quote, “Christmas is a season not only of rejoicing but of reflection.” I know that everything will come together and the day will be grand and rejoicing will ensue. But it should be the preparation that is part of the fun. DysFUNctional though it may be for those like me that try to do too much and make everything practically perfect. Reflecting on the process this year, as every year, reminds me that some of our favorite traditions and best memories have been made at Christmas, whether things ended up perfect or not. Gratefulness is certainly at the heart of rejoicing and that is what I intend to do these last few days before Christmas. Be merry, cook, wrap, and focus on a grateful heart, rejoicing in the many blessings that surround me…and I kind of like that about myself.
“Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store.”
Wishing all of you The Merriest of Christmases!