How I learned to stop worrying and love Christmas
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My DC daughter was down (as in 'blue funk') last night, now that the holidays are nearly over. It's a feeling that I've had time and time again, so I recognize her feelings well. I've been 'round and 'round with my attitude about the Christmas season, but I've finally grown into really liking the season. As they say at the end of an AA meeting, "take what you like, and leave the rest" and I do that about Christmas.
Maybe it's the unitarian influence that I've grabbed onto as my pastor likes to emphasize the winter solstice and the season of lights this time of year. I like that. I can now really, really enjoy all the lights lit up on architecture and trees, no matter how tacky or classy.
Or maybe it's the reds and the greens and the golds and the silvers. I'm a "winter" as the cosmeticians say so those colors really, really appeal to me, even though I'm a sucker for the golds and oranges of fall. Seeing those big red bows on things, or shiny ribbons hanging from things you don't normally see ribbons hanging from, are a delight.
It's a time when it's really ok to goof off a little. People at work are using up the last of their vacation time and the company I'm working with this Christmas season decided it was a good idea to let all of us that are there and holding down the fort wear jeans the last two weeks of 2004. Those "casual days" at work have translated into "occasional work" at work, just because we can.
Last, but certainly not least, the holidays are a good excuse for me to indulge in things that I wouldn't normally indulge in... things like un-guilty time spent with my grandkids and kids (normally, I'm thinking about what I *should* be doing, but the holidays give me permission to let go of that), the latest holiday epicurean delight (I'm basking in the wonderful smells right now of a homemade marble chiffon cake, made by my son-in-law to celebrate the birth of my #1 child 33 years ago). My biggest indulgence, however, is in the optimism I feel for this new year that is just a little over a day old. It's going to be a good year, one day at a time.
Maybe it's the unitarian influence that I've grabbed onto as my pastor likes to emphasize the winter solstice and the season of lights this time of year. I like that. I can now really, really enjoy all the lights lit up on architecture and trees, no matter how tacky or classy.
Or maybe it's the reds and the greens and the golds and the silvers. I'm a "winter" as the cosmeticians say so those colors really, really appeal to me, even though I'm a sucker for the golds and oranges of fall. Seeing those big red bows on things, or shiny ribbons hanging from things you don't normally see ribbons hanging from, are a delight.
It's a time when it's really ok to goof off a little. People at work are using up the last of their vacation time and the company I'm working with this Christmas season decided it was a good idea to let all of us that are there and holding down the fort wear jeans the last two weeks of 2004. Those "casual days" at work have translated into "occasional work" at work, just because we can.
Last, but certainly not least, the holidays are a good excuse for me to indulge in things that I wouldn't normally indulge in... things like un-guilty time spent with my grandkids and kids (normally, I'm thinking about what I *should* be doing, but the holidays give me permission to let go of that), the latest holiday epicurean delight (I'm basking in the wonderful smells right now of a homemade marble chiffon cake, made by my son-in-law to celebrate the birth of my #1 child 33 years ago). My biggest indulgence, however, is in the optimism I feel for this new year that is just a little over a day old. It's going to be a good year, one day at a time.
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