Hello world! Well not only is it another edition of Monday Musings, it also happens to be Christmas Eve on this particular Monday…. which gives me another perfect reason to write a Christmas post. ( I told you it would be coming ) We’ve got plenty of time heading into 2019 to continue our health and fitness conversations.
But for now…..
As I write this it’s Sunday night. My weekend has been busy with all kinds of preparations and the usual Christmas activities getting ready for the big day.
Who else out there hasn’t been up to their eyes in wrapping paper and tape?
I’m ready to be still for awhile, drink some coffee, and let my thoughts out writing.
Yesterday the kids and grandkids were over to decorate cut out cookies. These are definitely a more time consuming cookie to make, but are so worth the effort. I get the cookies made, (using cutters that were my grandmothers) and the kids decorate till they are covered in frosting and sprinkles.
I may or may not have eaten one or two”ish” 😉
I love building memories with my family. It’s especially fun watching not just my kids playing and making cookies, but my grandbabies as well.
Oh… and if you know anything about cookies like this then you know they have to be rolled out to a specific thickness.
Rolling pins are the necessary tool….
So the cookies are done ( well mostly) I never think I have enough. I kinda like giving stuff away to people too and the clan likes having some left to graze on… which means plenty of candy and cookies all around.
Speaking of all those treats…..
It’s always tricky finding the right ways to put the treats out, yet keep them safe from the dog or little child hands.
I love how this 100 year old desk I refinished earlier this year looks so festive with some goodies on it….
The cookies are made… the packages are wrapped and spilling from under the tree….
Christmas evokes many emotions and feelings…..
I love all of the traditions we have during this season. I love the energy and excitement of it. Most of all I love watching my kids during this time. Even my adult kids still get excited.
I recently asked them what made Christmas “Christmas” for them, excluding gifts. (this is what happens when your Mom has a blog and writes. Everything becomes a writing exercise. )
My oldest son told me that Christmas made home feel “extra homey”
Another one told me that “Christmas is Christmas when all of us are piled up in the kitchen in our jammies, anticipating gift opening and just enjoying the company of FAMILY.” ( when everyone is older, it’s easier to wait till day breaks to open gifts haha)
Another told me she “loves the “glorious mess” created in the living room on Christmas day. ” she continues…. ” I love the excitement we get waking up, eating breakfast and then opening gifts .”
( it should be noted, they anticipate my breakfast as much as gift opening)
I am going to remember and hold onto the “glorious mess” reference. I think it’s one of those cool statements to keep for future use. ( I will attempt to remember this in the aftermath on Christmas day)
Christmas is also bittersweet……
I think of all markers of time, each Christmas shows me how we’ve all changed in a year. I look at my children, now adults, and in my mind see them years ago as they were on Christmas morning, children. Now I watch my grandkids with the same eager anticipation of the morning and know next year, they too will have changed.
Next year as well, we will have a new family member with the addition of another granddaughter.
I look at all of their excited faces as they sit in their “spots” we all claim each year. This has had to adjust at times when someone new comes into the Christmas morning.
I see my husband playing “Santa” handing out gifts as he’s done for …well… a whole lotta years now….and think how blessed I am to have him and share another Christmas with him… our 36th.
The dogs are awkwardly everywhere not sure of this loud chaos in their morning.
As I look around the room at my “tribe” my mind also goes to Christmases past, thinking of family no longer with me. Thinking of times when my parents would take certain places on the sofa, or how we’d tease about them falling asleep on each other in the afternoon when things had settled down. They would come loaded with beautifully wrapped gifts for everyone in huge bags.
My parents were children at heart during the Christmas season and loved doing for others.
They haven’t been gone that long that the ache in my heart isn’t still tender and deep with a carefully grown scab on the grief.
My mom has been gone 4 years and my dad not quite 2.
So my mind sees them and thinks of those days… I remember them in their places and with all their funny quirks that amused us.
I miss them and fiercely wish they were still a part of our family and Christmas celebration.
The beauty in bittersweet….
Although my mind may wander back to Christmases from the past and memories of those I loved, I focus on the beautiful blessings of those I have and the memories we are creating together.
Nothing makes me happier than one of the kids telling me something they enjoy or mentioning a tradition they look forward to.
I find myself doing the same thing I once used to tease my grandmother and mom about. Everyone would almost be done opening gifts and they would have a pile of gifts around them, lost in watching everyone else open theirs.
Last year my kids were like… Mom! open your gifts! As I too, had my pile around me, watching the antics of my family.
So I will join in opening my gifts this year, watching, and adding to the “glorious mess” of the morning and another Christmas will go down in the books.
But for now…..
For now, tonight, I will sit and admire the beauty of the tree with all the gaily wrapped packages under it. I know in just a short time, the place under the tree will be empty again. a “glorious mess” left in it’s place, so I will appreciate the view for this season, for these last few hours.
I will drink my coffee in my fox cup, memories dancing through my head, with my mind thinking about things to still do, tasks still waiting on my list before Christmas day arrives.
I will give thanks I have so much that can’t be wrapped and put under a tree and it’s those gifts I value the most, those are quite priceless.
And Christmas will come and go, and long after a gift may be forgotten there will be new memories, stories and traditions that will become a part of the tapestry of our family, and that my friends, is what makes Christmas “Christmas” for me.
I wish you all the merriest holiday season and a joyful New Year!
Now tell me… what makes Christmas “Christmas” for you?