Over a chocolate shake (hers) and an iced caramel coffee (mine), a wonderful friend and I shared a lovely conversation today in a quaint little bookstore cafe in our equally quaint bayside town. Every time I go downtown, I hear myself say aloud, “I love this town!”
Well, anyway, that was not the topic of the day. Instead, we discussed St. Nicholas and Santa Claus and handmade gifts and books that inspire us, the Nutcracker ballet and knitting …. and how to make the Christmas season last. With that last thought still in my mind, I went to my blog this evening and searched my archives for December 2005 where I found this post I thought I’d rerun for you:
A few Christmases ago, I decided that Christmas was becoming more of a burden than a good time. The day after Christmas, I was faced with a huge mess – wrapping paper scrunched up across the floor; a new toy already broken; greedy, grouchy, and over-sugared children; leftovers to deal with; the tree’s needles scattered across the carpet; decorations to pack up; and a few store returns, the thought of which created a migraine. Yes, Christmas had become a burden.
Memory-making is terribly important to me. I determined to figure this holiday thing out before the kids had a childhood full of grumpy Christmas memories.
I absolutely believe in what Mrs. Sharp is saying in the above quote. Can’t we see that it is crazy (she says folly) to celebrate all in one day? What great expectations we are putting on one little day! We think we are supposed to enjoy family, invite friends, sing carols, open perfectly chosen and perfectly wrapped gifts, enjoy dinner as large as Thanksgiving, give at least a thought if not a basket of fruit to someone else, and have a tray of goodies to equal all the sweets eaten all year long, plus much more – all in one day.
Are we absolutely crazy??
Well, I was.
So with the reminder in my heart of the true meaning of Christmas, and with the help of Mrs. Sharp in the book above, I decided to change.
by Lori Seaborg