Goodbye Christmas

I am so glad Christmas is over.

No, I’m not a grinch or Scrooge. In fact, I love Christmas. I just don’t like the Christmas “season.” I mean, how many times have we heard I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas or so many variations of Mary, Did You Know? After the first time, I really cared less if Grandma got run over by a reindeer and the Redneck 12 Days Of Christmas were about 13 days too long.

I do love the movies — A Christmas Story, Christmas Vacation, Emmet Otter’s Jugband Christmas, White Christmas, Christmas in Connecticut and It’s a Wonderful Life. I look forward to taping the Hallmark originals. But they did little to infuse the Christmas spirit in my soul.

It seems the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas get shorter and shorter and go faster and faster. In the blink of an eye we’re substituting Tom the turkey with jolly St. Nick. And it has all become about the glitz and the glitter with only a cursory remembrance of the reason for the season. No wonder so many get depressed during this most festive time of the year.

Of course, in my case, there has been an appendage missing for years. While I can — and do — enjoy time with the kids and grandkids, the realization I’m enjoying it alone has always managed to filter in.

I miss the mini-stories and the clues and the reactions, although some of those traditions have certainly lived on through my children. I miss the wonder and the excitement of the season. I even miss the stress … because Karen and I knew how to beat that stress.

This year, for some reason, I’ve been dwelling on the past. I haven’t really allowed myself to be festive. {I admit it} I mean, I meant to decorate my truck Thanksgiving weekend but the bow is still on the back porch and the greens have been run over many, many times in the driveway over the past month. I ran into difficulty planning a trip for the grandkids because of schedules (normally, that would be a Christmas gift to the urchins … The Radio City Christmas Show, an Easter cruise, a trip to the Jersey shore/New York City). I may still put something together, but it didn’t make it for Christmas.

I did plan Christmas gifts for the grandkids — especially the younger ones. I knew exactly what I was going to get them in early December (right after our “trip” plans were foiled). I finally got around to ordering them last weekend. Needless to say, they have been trickling in. Good thing most of the grandkids live out of state.

I’ve noticed I have a lot of company this year yoked to the past. I can’t tell you how many people have commented to me, “I miss (insert spouse, parents, special friends) so much this year.”

Yes, I’m glad Christmas is over … especially this Christmas. I’ll rebound. Mid summer I’ll be humming Christmas songs or listening to Christmas albums. I’m in the Why Can’t It Be Christmas All Year camp … but I’m willing to give up December.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Struggles are required in order to survive in life, because in order to stand up, you gotta know what falling down is like.

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About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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