My grandparents, whom we lived with during that time, bought cedar trees for their Christmas tree. I still get a hit of happiness anytime I catch that scent on my walks. These days a Norfolk Island pine makes do. I think fondly on the years we joyfully decorated the house, putting up the scenic candle display, drank from Santa mugs, hung up wooden cranberry garlands around the doorway. Picking out perfect Christmas cards, always looking for ones with lit lanterns pictured, or with glittery frosted windows and birds. I’m not sure how common this is, but in my adulthood, I always felt sad and a little jaded at the end of Christmas Day. I think inside, I knew it was the anticipation and waiting that were the fun part. The day itself could never live up to that. Still it was beautiful and very worth doing. For a few weeks it seemed we had some magic in our lives, even if we overspent, or there was a sulky disappointment of some kind.
Wishing you a peaceful Christmas season. And hopefully a magical moment or two, even if we know the drill very well by now.
...and to you!
ReplyDeleteThat's the real trick, floating on the seasonal magic without having the post-holiday drop bring you down. Still working on it.