Occasionally I find myself feeling inspired to write something that isn’t jewelry-related. I hope you don’t mind. Life can’t be all about business, right?
Now that Halloween is past, I find myself thinking about Christmas. My husband kindly reminded me not to forget we have Thanksgiving (his favorite holiday) to celebrate first. It’s not that I’m not thankful for things or want to skip Thanksgiving, but there’s something about Christmas that is magical to me. I don’t get caught up in Christmas for the commercial side of the holiday, although I do love decorating for it and preparing gifts for folks, I get caught up it in because of the memories it holds, and those I hope it will create.
So many people out there dread Christmas because it was or is a time of fighting, a time of arguing over whose house the child should go to, and that moment of panic over how to afford the gifts that “need” to be bought. It’s stressful for people who have to make their home look perfect for the most excellent party their friends have ever attended or to impress their family members as they dive into the most incredible ham you have ever tasted. My heart aches for these people. For me, it’s about the little details that bring smiles and happy memories.
For me, Christmas is decorating sandtarts with my siblings while listening to Raffi and Mannheim Steamroller. It’s about opening one present on Christmas Eve while my parents hoped that one would be enough to calm our excitement. It’s about my mother’s homemade sticky buns, which I think I look forward to more than gifts. (I hope she reads this!) It’s about Grandma-bags (handmade bags my grandmother wrapped her gifts in). It’s about the memories and the smiles.
Every year I set a goal to make as many gifts as possible. I might run out of ideas eventually, but not this year. I enjoy starting these projects around Halloween and working on them until Christmas. As I work on each one, I find myself thinking about the person who will receive it and what their reaction will be. I think about how often they might use it or how they might use it. This just adds to the fun of the holiday for me.
As I have grown older, I find myself looking back on the memories of childhood Christmases and I long for some of them. As we’ve grown older and our schedules have become busier, it’s a challenge to do these things. This year, I really want to try to bring some of these things back. Sure, I have gifts I want and I’ve been thinking about writing a letter to Santa, but the idea of decorating cookies with my siblings again or watching Muppet Christmas Carol (and reciting every line by memory) with them just thrills me.
So I leave you with a challenge. Over the next 48 days, reflect upon the things you are thankful for. Look back at the happy memories that the holidays, including Thanksgiving, have placed into your life and think about ways you can create another one or two this year. Let’s do this together! Please feel free to share your memories; I would love to hear them.
One more thing…in case you were wondering, here are some Grandma-bags like I mentioned above. The difference is I made these instead of my grandmother. Perhaps I should continue the tradition.
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