We're going to try a combination of traditions this time: the kids will open most presents tonight, and Santa Claus will leave a few smaller gifts which can be opened tomorrow morning. I am not, I repeat, not, making a breakfast casserole. I will not be swayed by anything I read in a magazine today.
I'm so inspired by those who find this season a good excuse to help out those in need, to donate a little bit extra to their local food bank or shelter, to visit a nursing home to sing a few songs, or to share a plate of cookies with a neighbor.
I know you'll smile and nod politely when you open that new snowboard, remote control car, or electronic device. I'm grateful you'll be magnanimous. Magnanimous means -- oh forget it, I know you're barely listening at this point. But in all seriousness, if I could, these are the things I'd give you this Christmas.
"Merry Christmas, Mom!" my young daughter, 11, squealed, as she and her two brothers ran around our favorite tree lot. "This is the one place," she continued, "you can say 'Merry Christmas' and no one gets upset about it." "That's true," I chuckled. But, that was a white lie.
I left the gym near Astor Place early the evening of Thursday December 11. I'd felt bloated around my abdominal area for most of that afternoon and trying to workout wasn't making matters better.
This year, my ex asked to have the boys for dinner on the first night. Even though it wasn't his usual night, he promised to have them home for bedtime. It took a moment to register but I realized that I was no longer a necessary part of this holiday. He is now ready to take on this tradition on his own.
With all this holiday festivity, it may be hard to understand how there's room for anything but Merry; yet every year I struggle with mixed emotions. As much as I want to embrace all the cheer around me, I also feel stressed by all the preparations; I miss my family and the memories of Christmases past.
Before the birth of Christ, the world muddled along in darkness. Humanity didn't have the awareness or power to live any other way.
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