Do you remember last year’s Christmas of Yes?
I’m doing it again.
It is December 5th. My house is decorated, meaning my kids put up the fake tree that I bought for $11 5 years ago and say every year that I will get rid of it this year and we’ll get a new real or at least big tree but still haven’t done it. Every year, the kids take that ratty little tree out and they put the ornaments they made in preschool on there and some lights and some shiny balls and their eyes are full of wonder. And so a newer, bigger, real-er tree will have to wait.
We also strung up some white lights in the living room. I love sitting in there at night or early in the morning with my coffee and just enjoying the quiet glow reminding me that it’s that magical time of year.
It is December 5th and I’ve finished my shopping. It’s easy when the list is small. Yet again, we’re doing 4 things each – something they want, something they need, something to wear, something to read. They get Christmas jammies on Christmas eve and some art stuff in their stockings. And too much stuff from the grandmas and grandpas. And for the next 20 days I don’t have to think about “do I have enough stuff for them?” Of course I do. It’s not about the stuff. I will enjoy wrapping the gifts that I know they’ll love instead of a bunch of junk that they’ll forget about 32 seconds after they open it.
We’ll make cookies when they are out of school the week before Christmas. We’ll go to the Winter Wonderland and ice skate and pretend we’re not in Florida one day. We’ll read books and flip the tabs of the advent calendar and we’ll talk about the many things this time of year means other than what we’re going to get. It will be simple, plain, and wonderful.
I won’t do things I don’t want to just because I feel like I have to. We’ll stumble upon a new fun tradition by accident like we always do. That’s what happens when we let the season happen to us instead of forcing something out of it that isn’t real.
Yes, this will be the 2nd year of saying yes to the good stuff and spending these days soaking it all in rather than scrambling until it’s over and wondering how it went so fast.