I’m sure there are people…many people…many people with children,
who are busily scurrying around like their pants are on fire, desperately
preparing for their Norman Rockwell Christmas. I have a news flash for you, Christmas perfection is a myth. Completely unobtainable. Like men understanding women and vice versa. Won’t happen. EVER.
I used to scurry about the malls myself. I used to endure throngs of people in airports
at holiday time. No more. I’m not sure when I made the
shift. It certainly wasn’t
overnight. It was more like a very
slow dawning that I could make Christmas whatever I wanted it to be. So I decided that I wanted it to be
slow and peaceful.
I don’t even set foot in a mall until I know what I intend
to purchase. I haven’t loitered in
an airport (or paid ridiculous high season prices) pre-Christmas in years. In fact, it took all of my stamina last
year to darken the doorstep of an airport post Christmas.
For me, Christmas is about spending time with friends, but
not stressing to see them all before the big day. A time to enjoy some neighbourhood holiday light displays if
the weather cooperates. A chance
to gaze peacefully at my beautiful tree while soft music plays in the
background. Perhaps watch an old holiday movie on TV.
I don’t stress about holiday parties, how many gifts one is
giving or receiving, or whether I’ve sent Christmas cards and I carry no
mountain of debt forward into January to prove my love to anyone.
Wishing you all a merry little Christmas complete with joy
and yes, even a little peace.
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