Christmas! I have a love-hate relationship with Christmas, but not the Jesus and Manger and Bethlehem part of it, just all the rest of it!
I want everything to be perfect. The perfection I speak of would include to give the "perfect" present to each of my grandchildren, for the tree to be glorious, for dinner to be delicious for 19 different palates and various food allergies. I want the house to be warm and inviting even though 10 minutes after everyone shows up it looks as if I haven't cleaned in a year!
Is it wrong that I just want to tell all the grandchildren that we have adopted a family-in-need in their names and given them food and presents for their children, order 5 pizzas with various toppings, sit around the fire in our best pajamas (and by "best", I mean the oldest, softest most comfy, even if the butt is worn to paper thin!).
Can we play charades and talk and share our memories of the past year and our dreams for the coming year?
Can I decorate a wall with lights in the shape of a tree so that a beautiful noble fur doesn't have to donate it's life to "fill us with joy" for three weeks?
On the other hand, I can't wait for everybody to get here. I can't wait to see my granddaughters all dressed up, my mom and dad surrounded by their grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great granddaughter! I can't wait for family portraits and listening to my kids and their spouses joking around with each other or in serious conversations. I can't wait for the giggles and guffaws.
I can't wait for the margaritas, the turkey and mashed potatoes.
Okay, mostly I love Christmas. I'm 85% Santa and 15% grinch....what can I say?
I want everything to be perfect. The perfection I speak of would include to give the "perfect" present to each of my grandchildren, for the tree to be glorious, for dinner to be delicious for 19 different palates and various food allergies. I want the house to be warm and inviting even though 10 minutes after everyone shows up it looks as if I haven't cleaned in a year!
Is it wrong that I just want to tell all the grandchildren that we have adopted a family-in-need in their names and given them food and presents for their children, order 5 pizzas with various toppings, sit around the fire in our best pajamas (and by "best", I mean the oldest, softest most comfy, even if the butt is worn to paper thin!).
Can we play charades and talk and share our memories of the past year and our dreams for the coming year?
Can I decorate a wall with lights in the shape of a tree so that a beautiful noble fur doesn't have to donate it's life to "fill us with joy" for three weeks?
On the other hand, I can't wait for everybody to get here. I can't wait to see my granddaughters all dressed up, my mom and dad surrounded by their grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great granddaughter! I can't wait for family portraits and listening to my kids and their spouses joking around with each other or in serious conversations. I can't wait for the giggles and guffaws.
I can't wait for the margaritas, the turkey and mashed potatoes.
Okay, mostly I love Christmas. I'm 85% Santa and 15% grinch....what can I say?
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