It is December 1st. Not too long now before Christmas is upon us. Stores have already had aisles full of decorations for weeks. My kids have been telling me what they want since before Halloween. I have been dreading it all year. I can’t be the only one who is weary of the consumerism, the sales, the need to have the prettiest decorations. I want to love this time of year and I do. The part of it none of us talk about or celebrate. The part where my family spends more time in the living room together because we love the way the Christmas lights glow in there. The part where my kids squeal with glee when we drive past houses that are lit up. Not fancy – just lights. And a tree. That is us this year. The scrooges with just lights and a tree. The ones that curl up at bedtime and read books about The Christmas Story. The ones that want to emphasize love and joy over all the other stuff.
I decided months ago that I wouldn’t make anything, bake anything or do anything I didn’t want to do this season. I just want to enjoy simple quiet moments with my family in our little living room under our white lights.
It may not be fabulous or photo worthy or blog worthy, but it’s how we’re doing it this year. I want to say no to consuming and decorating and baking and making things more complicated than they need to be. I want to say yes to dancing with my kids to carols in the kitchen. I want to say yes to reading books about the season. I want to say yes to the very small list of gifts they’ve requested. And I’ll say yes, knowing that it means I am saying no to so many other things. The yeses make it what it should be.