One of the perks of having my baby after Christmas was I got
to have one more holiday season that was calm and rational.
Oh, how I miss those days.
But because I have a little one now — and especially because
it’s his first holiday season — I can’t use the menagerie of excuses that have
bought me sweet, sweet peace of mind and stress-free days.
Most people are surprised when I tell them that I’m a
Grinch. It’s not that I don’t enjoy buying things for my loved ones or spending
time with people. I just don’t like all the hooplah and work. Okay, and
spending all the money.
Before kids, I could say, “We just moved into the house, so
we’re busy unpacking,” or “I’m pregnant and I shouldn’t carry stuff,” or “I’m
eating ice cream and couldn’t be bothered.”
But now we have to have the whole experience.
My husband insisted we cut down a real tree at a farm —
suddenly my lifelike artificial tree wasn’t good enough. We must get the first
personalized ornament. The stockings must be displayed just so. Everyone wants
the wish lists, and my boys aren’t very forthcoming about what they want or
need.
And what to do about Santa Claus?
There’s the parades to take in, the cards to be mailed out, the
dinners to plan, the presents to buy, the music to play, the first photos on
Santa’s lap. And who, oh who, will carve the roast beast?
I suppose it’s a blessing that we get a test run this first
Christmas. If we forget something or totally bungle something else, he won’t
remember his parents fumbling through the newbie routine.
That’s what makes Christmas so magical, though. To work so
hard to create this special time of year for innocent minds and hearts. Knowing
that he will have a blast tearing through wrapping paper for the first time. To
see the delight on his face as he realizes that he has more things to play
with.
That is what I call the most wonderful time of the year.
— Sarah Leach is assistant manager of The Holland Sentinel.
Contact her at sarah.leach@hollandsentinel.com
or (616) 546-4278.
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