A staged picture of Mother, 1951 |
So,
here we are. Christmas Eve is eight days away. If you’re like me, you’re
checking your list and perhaps drawing a line through some things that just can’t
be finished in time.
I
have a tendency to take on too much at Christmas – much more than I can
accomplish. My expectations are way too high and then disappointment brings me
low. Of course, I’m the only one who’s disappointed. No one else knows that I
have . . . well, failed.
You
know, so many things that seem important in the moment just aren’t in the scheme of
things. My brother Chuck is fond of saying, “In a hundred years no one will even
remember this.” Usually it doesn’t even take a hundred years for memory to fade.
I
remember one year – I suppose I was about 15 – my mother announced on December
23 that she would have to stay up all night in order to accomplish all she
wanted to do before Christmas. “Oh boy!” I said, “I’ll stay up and help you.”
At
first, I had a good time. She gave me jobs to do and I did them while I watched
Christmas programs on t.v. Midnight came and went. Television stations went off air, and I was miserably
tired and still working away. Finally, as I went off to bed at 5:00 a.m., I
wondered what on earth was so important about all that. In fact, of
all the chores I performed, the only one I remember was wrapping packages at 4:00
a.m. that Santa would leave under the tree when he packed the stockings. I also remember thinking that even though I had worked steadily -- or so it seemed to me -- we were both up all night.
That’s
why I tuck myself in with my Grandma Ina at Christmas. Reading of her “no skimpy
Christmas here” is such a joy to me, but even she said of her festivities, “I
stood it all just fine,” which says to me that meltdowns had occurred in the past.
She had experienced disappointment, too.
I
enjoy getting ready for Christmas, but at some point, I have to be realistic
about what I can do as the time for getting ready draws to a close. So, this
year I’m taking a lesson from those businesses that help us
create Christmas celebrations. They work at least a year in advance.
“Why
not me?” I asked myself. I, too, can work a year in advance. So, this year the
passing of Christmas will simply mean that I’m getting ready for Christmas
2015.
I
already like it!
2 comments:
Time is moving ESPECIALLY fast this year. It's been doing that all year long, in fact.
When we're busy, time moves quickly.
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