It’s Christmas and there are a million things to do. I think back about how I used to make Christmas happen with kids at home, a job during the day, limited funds, Christmas cookies baking, and still I managed to make it happen. I hope with some grace. Maybe not always. It should be easier now.
I have a new tree this year that signifies a change in my life style. It is smaller and more compact. I can put it in a box on the shelf of the closet and handle the weight of the tree alone. It is not going back in the attic where we might fall climbing to get it. I can tug it out of the box and then pull it up to its intended height – stretch out a few branches – and voila I have a Christmas tree! I took several boxes of old ornaments and decorations to the local thrift store yesterday. It is time to downsize.
A good friend wrote a piece about being a million points of light that I wish I could use here, but the gist of it was being a light for the world and yourself during this time of year. I try. It is important this time of year to remember to take care of yourself as well as others. I don’t feel very sparkly with the current Christmas “cold” I’ve come down with, but it is only the Rhinovirus, not Cancer. I’ll survive. I have more than one friend in the hospital right now – I guess that has to do with our age.
The picture at the top is the new tree with one wrapped gift. I have finished my shopping but have not started to wrap. I also need to work on sending out Christmas cards. I really don’t think of these things as chores, but with the virus dragging me down, I have trouble getting things done. And the post office would not like me licking envelopes right now. EEEKK!
I seem to have a Christmas tune or two rattling around in my head that I’m sure I picked up from Christmas specials on TV or maybe in a store or two. But I find them pleasant, not annoying like they might be if I was working in the store all day bombarded by the songs meant to make shoppers over indulge.
It is a good Christmas so far. My family is healthy, and we plan a dinner at my son’s once again. My adult children step up and take care of a lot of things these days and I just show up with a side dish and a festive smile. Grandma’s here!
I hope your Christmas is full of love and joy. Take time for yourself and let some things go. You don’t have to make fudge just because you used to. No one needs it anyway. Savor the season and wrap yourself in its warmth.