Oh For The Good Old Holidays
Oh for the good old holidays. Thanksgiving is over with much for which to be thankful. The travelers – children and grandchildren, arrived safely from Fargo, ND, New York City, Philadelphia and Boston. As of today they are all safely back from whence they came. As usual, there was too much food, much hustle and bustle, and lots of work for everyone over the age of twenty. Of course, if you are ancient like me, they won’t let me do much, but I’m glad it’s over!
I’ve Lost My Enthusiasm For Christmas
Now, we are preparing to do it all over again in four weeks! I lost my enthusiasm for Christmas many years ago. I can’t put my finger on the exact year it happened, but I suspect it had something to do with the children, adults by then, moving all over the country and, at times, the world. It just isn’t Christmas when they can’t all come home, wherever home is. That too has made several changes over the years.
When my daughter and granddaughter asked if I would like them to put up my Christmas tree while they were here, I almost said no. Last year I settled for a little table-top tree as a token recognition of the holiday. But they were determined that the big one should go up in the living room. That meant pushing furniture all over the room to make a spot for the tree. When they agreed to come back and take it all down after Christmas I gave in. So, the tree is up and looks lovely. Chuck and I put on some Christmas music and try to pretend that nothing has changed over the years. But it has.
I just counted heads, and if I were to buy gifts for all the children, spouses, grandchildren plus spouses, and the five great grandchildren, that would mean shopping for thirty-eight people. Then there is the wrapping and, in some cases, the shipping. I just can’t do it anymore, much as I would like to. For the adults, checks written with love will have to suffice. For the past few years I have limited the shopping to gifts for the five little kids, and that’s it. They are such fun to buy for I just can’t resist, and it almost puts me back in the Christmas spirit. Almost.
The wonderful Christmas stories on TV help to lift my spirits. But I think the only thing that would make me enjoy Christmas is the impossible – to go back about fifty years when the house was overrun with happy, excited little faces exclaiming over the walkie-talkies and dolls under the tree or the new snowmobile in the back yard. Oh for the good old holidays.