I found something yesterday that I thought I had lost for good, my Christmas spirit. It started creeping in during our office lunch. Gifts were exchanged, food and snacks were abundant. The atmosphere was relaxed and the conversion came easy. A far cry from my borderline meltdown a few hours prior when sitting in a 15 mile traffic backup from a 9 car pileup on the highway. My good friend D was stuck in the same traffic and talked me in to getting off the highway and meeting for a cup o coffee. It was a good idea.
That feeling came in to focus at my parents house after work. Sitting at the kitchen table chatting with my Mother, seeing the sparkle back in her eyes, looking around at all the decorations, my heart started to swell. It felt wonderful to just sit and talk, to complain about all that there is still left to do. The traditional gathering at Mom & Dads for Christmas Eve is on, I had written it off, with the way things were going.
I have so much still left to do: baking and wrapping and shopping. I'm behind at work. My house is a mess. the checkbook is almost empty and it's all OK. It'll all get done, and if it doesn't, that's OK too. We'll be together. Together with family, drinking nog & eating too many delicious high calorie treats, talking and laughing, taking pictures, taking naps after the maelstrom of present opening passes and our bellies are full of the Christmas dinner. Watching my nephews tear through all their gifts so fast that they don't even realize what they're actually getting and then be looking for more! Laughing till we cry, when watching Chevy Chase take his rocket sled ride down the hill for the hundredth time. Listening to Christmas music. Making memories. Treasuring every second of it. Yup, it doesn't get any better than that.
I hope you've found your Christmas spirit.