Christmas is on the horizon and I’m trying not to stress because no one should stress over Christmas. The only thing I bother to worry about is whether or not the intended will like the gift I chose. This makes me very attentive during the fall as I listen for ideas. But sometimes that doesn’t pan out because my kids come from an impatient lineage.
One daughter said she wished she had a nice cake decorating set like mine. Nice? I got it for free after I was married by buying butter and saving the wrappers. I agree it was well made, unlike the plastic junk she was using and if she had just cooled her heels I would have given her mine … well maybe. I don’t use it very often but when I do want to use it I want it to be here. (See? Impatience) But she went on line and found the very same set so that gift idea went up in smoke.
Next, I texted my son to get gift ideas for his wife. I wrote that I was doing one nice gift and one homemade one. He wrote back “Are the homemade ones not nice?” That really cracked me up. Then he suggested I knit her a hat and matching gloves. Since it was three weeks before Christmas I said “That is so not happening.” Besides, I’ve never knitted gloves before and don’t think I want to.
My other daughter is dreadfully spoiled. It seems like she only has to look at something longer than three seconds and her husband has his wallet out, or her mother does. Nobody knows why she has this effect on us but come Christmas we struggle to find something she doesn’t have yet. The fun is in the attempt.
Time, however, has been difficult to find. I had three Christmas parties to attend, a sock exchange party, Celia’s winter dance recital, a badly needed hair cut appointment, ornaments to make and mail out, the aforementioned homemade gifts to make, cookies and fudge to prepare, this column to write, and the yearly Christmas newsletter to be written and mailed out (which most likely won’t happen before the 25th.)
I did find time to bring down my Christmas village and set it up at eye level for the 2-, 3-, and 5-year-old grandchildren. I have a fair amount of little shops and a church where you can look inside and see people shopping or praying, thinking the boys would enjoy the wonderment of it all. I added some trees and a snowman to the scene. When Henry came over I saw him looking at the village and asked him if he wanted me to light it up so he could see inside. He nodded his head so I flipped a few switches and checked his face for the awe I was hoping to inspire.
You know what he said? “Now turn on the snowman.”
I guess two year olds aren’t ready for wonderment.
But I’m ready for a little rest so I’m taking a couple of weeks off. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas!