December 25, 2014 was THE Most relaxing Christmas Day ever! In my almost 42 years of marriage Christmas holidays have always been more of a hassle and emotional burden , much to the chagrin and disappointment of my husband Mike. He is the person who lives for the moment of this one day when he sets up the coffee, plugs in the tree lights and come prancing though the hallway excitedly gushing, “He was here! He was here! Come on, get up, Santa was here!”
If you’re not a morning person, tough luck. His exuberance will not be denied. If you ARE a morning person., tough luck. You will just have to stay in bed until he can orchestrate the beginning of Christmas morning. This is his indulgent pleasure, to keep the magic of Christmas morning, magical. He does a fine job of it, at that. From there we have cinnamon rolls with coffee and orange juice, it’s tradition
My problem with Christmas is the work involved to get to this one day. For many years, from Thanksgiving forward, a list of names was compiled with a potential gift idea for each person on that list. Then the logistics of who will purchase, who will wrap, when will we see the giftee and did we remember to get a gift receipt ensues. As nieces and nephews have grown to young adults many of the gifts have become the gift that never gets returned, cash. Everyone likes to get cash. I like the idea of signing a card with a personal sentiment and dropping a dollar amount inside that will certainly be put to good use and is always appreciated. Nobody ever hands back a card with cash and says, “ I already got this, can I return it?”
I really do like to give gifts, but not so much to exchange gifts. I am blessed and fortunate to be at a place in life where I can acquire almost anything I want or need with my own means. Maybe not right away or in a moment’s whim, but I don’t do without much and I don’t have to wait all year for Christmas Day to purchase socks and underwear. It’s a good place to be. I am grateful to be in such a place.So, you might wonder what made this Christmas seem so much more relaxing than previous ones. I am not so sure, not much of the day’s routine was radically different for Christmas of days past. I stretched out on the sofa after our cinnamon rolls and coffee breakfast. I watched A Christmas Carol (Reginald Owen) for the third time in 2 days while texting playful witty banter between my sister and brother. I started the gravy and meatballs for dinner and the hubby took over from there, preparing the ravioli while I made the salad. He fed the younger grands so they could go about their Christmas day and then the rest of us sat down to a leisurely dinner. It was delightful. The Sons-in-law cleared the dishes and stacked the dishwasher, we had coffee and dessert. The day ended by seven o-clock and I found myself back on the sofa, stretched out and recounting just how awesomely relaxing this Christmas day had been, full of peace, comfort and joy. The bar has been set high for next year to measure up. I won’t stress about it. I’ll bask in the glow of this year.