|Drinking coffee off the counter|
It’s almost Christmas and I’m wondering where or where is the happy and jubilant Christmas magic? The stores are crowded, the roads are jammed, and we all have a list a mile long before Christmas.
Actually I’m feeling a little guilty that I never appreciated all the things my parents did to make Christmases so special. Now that I am a parent and my kids are adults that just take everything for granted I’m feeling unappreciated.
Does anyone even notice that my husband and I work non-stop? Do they realize that we spent days and days bringing boxes of Christmas stuff up from the basement? Do they see we decorate 2 large trees and two small ones? Would they even notice if we didn’t do it?
Does anyone see that I spent an entire evening addressing my Christmas cards in calligraphy?
Baking cookies loses it’s homey magic at about midnight after you spill an entire bottle of vanilla and look like a flour covered yeti.
Christmas shopping becomes a chore instead of a labor of love after you search for a parking space for an hour and then find one only to have someone zip in before you.
And lets not forget the lines where children are definitely not watching out, but crying and pouting no matter who is coming to town.
And on Christmas day everyone just shows up and expects a big dinner. They bring their dogs and if that dog has an accident—well, it wasn’t fluffy. Geez I’m living in a rendition of a Christmas vacation movie.
This morning after little sleep I got up and proceeded to brew a cup of coffee in the Kuerig coffee maker. Oops, forgot to put the cup under it before I pressed brew. Ever rush around looking for a vacant cup while coffee is spilling all over the counter? Well, I can tell you it’s not fun.
So, I soldier on and swear next year it will be different.
And just when I am about to chuck the turkey on the front lawn, I hear that someone received my Christmas card and loved the calligraphy so much that they are keeping the envelope. It made them smile. It made them happy.