Well, it seems that this year I’m getting a reminder of what Christmas is really about. Due to circumstances beyond our control, Nathan and I are not getting to do Christmas for each other this year (well, unless you count a new sewer line), and our spending on other people has been significantly limited. I don’t like this because I usually have fun shopping for gifts - I like finding things that I think my friends and family will enjoy. I like searching for some new strange book that I think Nathan will enjoy reading to me while I’m trying to read something else. I like to see my sisters’ faces when they open their “real” gift, then find a gag gift inside or attached or whatever. I like finding something unusual for my mom and of course I LOVE spoiling my nieces completely rotten by purchasing whatever toys, books, clothes, princess items, etc. I can get my hands on.
I understand, that this is not the point of Christmas. Christmas is supposed to be the time of year when we remember that it’s NOT all about material things, that because of what happened on that night in Bethlehem, this stuff we have here does not matter one single bit because someday, we’ll be living in a place that is SO much better where there’s no heartburn, no sewer problems in your new house, no incurable cancer in young people (or anyone else for that matter), no heart conditions, back pain, arthritis, none of that. Just happiness and joy.
So why am I still sad about Christmas this year? I have way more than I will ever need, I have a (mostly) warm house to live in (and more blankets than I can count for when the house is NOT warm), a pantry full of food, two cars to drive around, and husband and lots of family that love me. I guess I need to do some serious work on my attitude.
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