I was originally going to title this post “Surviving the Holidays,” and we all would immediately know what that meant – not gaining a million pounds and still be talking to our family when it’s all over. But if our goal is just to ‘survive,’ then if we achieve our goal, we survive. How satisfying is that?
As a child, I wanted nothing more than to sit with the grown-ups at the holiday table. But as the oldest of my four cousins and one brother, that was not possible. I was the designated President of the Little Table; the gatekeeper, if you will, between the two worlds.
The holidays tend to be charged with lots of emotion and plenty of myths about this ‘magical’ time of year, especially for those of us in the decades beyond 60. Wandering through a mall in search of the ideal gift can be exhausting. It’s a time of high expectations that often go unfulfilled…
Have your Christmas tree traditions changed over the years? Many of my friends have opted for artificial trees for ease and cost. This, at first, does make sense since they use the artificial trees year after year.
Do you spend weeks hunting in shops or spend hours on your computer looking for the perfect Christmas gifts? Gift giving can be an exhausting and emotionally draining experience as we struggle to find just the right gifts for our family and friends.
Forgive my ‘Bah humbug!’ assumption – and if you adore Christmas feel free to stop reading now.
But if the approach – or should that be onslaught? – of the festive season makes your heart sink, then here’s something to bear in mind: How you feel about Christmas depends largely on the perspective you choose to take – and note, I said ‘choose.’
With the holiday season in full swing, my house is decorated, cookies baked, gifts wrapped, and holiday cards sent. With one final thing to check off my list, I saved the most challenging for last – buying a Christmas present for my dear husband.
We can be sailing along just fine – independent, self-contained, pursuing our own interests, plenty of friends, regular contact with family members, and then boom! – the holidays come upon us and we feel like our ship starts to sink.
I’m not very comfortable at parties.
I flit around like a hummingbird, never lingering with any one person. Or I latch on to one person in hopes of having a conversation that lasts all evening.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly with a few rainbows thrown in.
I know it doesn’t scan but what the heck – that’s what I’ll be doing this year. This morning on the TV, I saw this year’s White House decorations. My first thought was, “It looks more like a Christmas shop than a house!”