Tis the season, right? Time to be jolly. Time to be nice to the people who are waiting with you in the slowest moving line in the history of retail. Time to give freely to the Salvation Army and adopt an angel from a Christmas tree so you can buy a child Christmas presents.
My question is why is that a seasonal thing? Why shouldn’t I give freely year round and God knows that a slow moving line at Dillard’s is always more fun when you chat up the hot guy standing behind you. When I think friendliness, kindness and generosity should be a daily thing, my friend tells me, “Hey, at least it does happen once a year.” So, I take solace in the fact that mankind can be jolly at least a couple of days a year.
One of my main gripes about Christmas is the commercialism of the holiday. Yes, I’m one of those people who can’t write X-mas because it crosses out Christ–the reason for the season. I’m all for gift giving and I particularly like gift receiving, but Christmas has become too complicated. There’s too much pressure to be happy, to have the perfectly decorated house, to give the biggest and best present, to cook the most spectacular meal of the year. It’s too much.
My friend, Ruth Burkett Weeks, did a (blog) earlier this week about spending time with her great-nephew. Quality time. No money was spent and I guarantee he’ll remember the day spent with his auntie way longer than he’ll remember what gift she gave him.
So, my friends, think about your approach to the holidays. Is it filled with pressure, anxiety and possibly depression? Well, get over it. It’s the season to be jolly. Don’t worry about a damn thing. Do what YOU want, not what society tells you. If you want to eat Chinese takeout and spend your days watching horror flicks go for it! Remember to take pleasure in the simple things in life.
I was reminded of this message the other day when I was frantically trying to get my Christmas decorations up. Why do I bother? I live in the middle of nowhere. It’s not like anyone is ever going to see them. As I flung boxes across the room and sighed in frustration, Mr. Taster Editor said, “Take a break.” Okay, he yelled it, so I’d pay attention.
I plopped in the recliner and decided to check my e-mail. That’s when it hit me–smacked me right upside my head. Jasmine and Kadee crawled up on my lap and wrapped me in a big old warm fuzzy. It made me happy. Made me realize that the beautiful decorations won’t make Christmas special. What makes it special is being surrounded by my family and friends and celebrating our lives. Sure, I’ll still go all out when cooking Christmas dinner because that’s what I do, but if I served frozen pizza my family would be okay with that too.
I really am a fortunate!