Oh, the holidays are almost upon us. And isn't it a glorious thing? Okay, I admit to being one of the worst about the holidays. I usually really get in the mood for them once they are over. I didn't used to feel that way but it u know the stuff.....buying the all the presents for our kids and both sides of the family (when asked to help, the dear Mailman would sigh quite dramatically and say he was tired after working all day long. He has vastly improved, thank you very much), the buying and fixing of all the food, the buying and addressing and writing of the Christmas cards and the decorating of the tree. All things I love, just not by myself when I have a family who could be sharing in the joys and burdens of the holidays.
And I so greatly miss my mom, gone 14 years now. I miss asking her advice on how to make Oklahoma Brown Candy or some other family dish. I miss my brother, Carlisle, bah humbug as he was during the holidays. And I miss, my other brother, Stanford, just gone, somewhere, and most hopefully not dead. I wish he'd call home, let us know where he is.
Yes, sometimes the heart hangs heavy.
So, I have learned to acknowledge the pain and sorrow and let it wash briefly over me when I am by myself. And then I place it firmly away from me so that it doesn't overshadow all the joys that are mine in the here and now.
I have also learned that the holidays are about gather friends and loved ones together, not about how I might impress them with my dynamic decorations or my spectacular cooking, both verging on Martha Stewart greatness. No, now, I know that I don't need to do it all and that isn't what is important. The dinner will be simple but heartwarming with every family bringing something. The decorations will not reflect on me at all as the dinner get together will be taking place at the decrated recreation room of my MIL's apartments. Our house is too small to contain the youthful exuberance of my nieces and nephews.
Food will be eaten. Games will be played. Presents will be exchanged. All will be warmed and loved by the sharing.
And sometime around then, my soul will swell with wonder of it all, my eyes will tear at voices raised in harmony, singing much beloved Christmas carols and my lungs will fill with the scent of balsam and pine. Then I remember the joy that had seemed forgotten in the rush to do it all. So, to all of you, my friends, I wish you the most warm and wonderful of holidays. May your dearest wishes come true and your hearts be filled with joy. Ain't it grand!
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