It's December 1st today. It is the coldest day we've had so far and winter jackets and gloves are a necessity now. Fittingly enough, big, fluffly snowflakes are floating around outside my window. It is starting to feel like Christmas. And I am ready.
In so many years past I have felt such a sense of urgency surrounding the holidays. I have to do this, I have to get this, I have to make everything perfect, I have to get everything done. I really don't feel like that this year. I feel peaceful. I have no stress or anxiety this year as I did in the past. I am not placing tons of pressure on myself to make it a fabulous holiday, I'm just going to try and sit back and enjoy it more.
This year I will get my Christmas cards out when I get them out. No big deal.
I still don't have my decorations up yet, but I will someday soon.
There will be no fancy schmancy Christmas dinners planned. We will be spending time with our families eating hors d' oeuvres and appetizers and enjoying each other.
Gifts will be bought in good time. I have bought some already but still have more to get. I'll get them when I get them. I really want to think carefully and thoughtfully about what I want each person to have. I want the gifts to mean something. So I'm taking my time.
This morning I sat in church, and when Joey was done doing a fabulous job on his reading, the priest asked the school children what Christmas was all about. Hands flew up all around the church and kids offered up explanations of Jesus' birth and helping others. My own sweet, little Tommy raised his hand, waited to be called on and said, "It is about the Joy of being with family." And that sums it up pretty good for me too.