When I was growing up, I was the kid who loved Christmas. I made ornaments for the tree, insisted that we decorate with every last swag of plastic holly, and practically turned myself inside out with excitement waiting for my parents to get up on Christmas morning so we could go downstairs and see what Santa had brought.
Even when I got older, I still loved the decorating and cookie baking. In my first horrible little apartment, I had a real tree in the living room and started my ornament collection from a store called Santa's Surplus.
In 1998, my mother died not long before Christmas. She'd been on a steady decline from lung cancer and we knew it was coming to the extent that we hadn't even bought her any gifts. Ever since then, all the excitement I used to feel about the holidays pretty much vanished.
Once my niece was born, and later my nephew, I regained a flicker of the old holiday spirit through their eyes, but it still wasn't the same. Some years I didn't even put up a tree or decorations at my house, and I let the annual cookie party become sporadic.
This year is different. All year long I've actually been looking forward to the holidays. I've been buying gifts and squirreling them away almost since last Christmas. I scheduled my cookie party well ahead of time and I'm expecting more than a dozen attendees. I even invited my niece and nephew to spend the night last weekend so we could decorate the tree and choose the best wreaths and garlands to put up in the living room.
I'm looking forward to Christmas Eve with my dad and stepmother. She's cooking a Christmas goose! I've never had goose before.
Christmas Day now has its own set of traditions at my sister's house and we'll no doubt cook an enormous meal for the extended family and any friends who would like to join us. I can hardly wait to see everyone unwrap the gifts I've been putting aside for them.
I'm not quite sure what makes this year different. Is it the healing power of time? Is it because I'm happy in general? I'm not inclined to question too closely. I just hope it means my decade of grinchiness is finally over for good.
Sounds like someone needs a good dosing of Bad Santa. That'll whip your Holiday Spirit real good.
Posted by: cagey | December 08, 2009 at 07:36 AM
My grandmother passed away on Christmas Eve 12 years ago. I was 12. It jaded me for the holidays for a long time, but I came around eventually. The little ones make it hard not to get in the spirit.
Posted by: Cop's Wife | December 08, 2009 at 09:06 AM
Amen, sister! Good for you!
Posted by: LuAnn | December 08, 2009 at 10:15 AM
I've seen this same post all over the Internet. I am wondering if the recession has actually made us all appreciate the little things more. I feel the same way!
Posted by: Rita Arens | December 08, 2009 at 10:34 AM
Glad you are sparkling again :) I have been getting better and better about it myself!
Posted by: logtar | December 08, 2009 at 12:39 PM
When I go to my brother's this weekend, I will return with holly, because he has a massive bush of the stuff in his garden. Also I get my tree this weekend. Won't decorate it Sunday as I am at my sisters, but come Monday, I'll be up the ladder woo hoo !
Posted by: Keith | December 08, 2009 at 01:53 PM
In an uncharacteristic burst of optimism, I did buy a gift that year.
I was so glad to see you were decking the halls this year...and the kids really loved it too. :)
Posted by: zen zone chick | December 10, 2009 at 09:18 AM