Congratulations to Nora who won the Soft Star Shoes gift certificate! Thanks to everyone who participated. I have one more treat lined up for you Monday. Knitters……be on the lookout!
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When I read FIMBY’s perfectly unperfect Christmas post I completely understood where she was coming from.
You see I was really dreaming of the perfect Christmas this year. It is only our second year as a family in our own house. For the past few years we were living at my parents as we saved for our home and before that we had housemates. Last year was really a first for us doing Christmas on our own and like any first, you have a certain idea of how you’ll do things next time. Also, we travel back to the greater Boston area to spend Christmas with our family and what I found last year was that it never felt Christmasy in our own home and I wanted that to change.
So this year I was determined to make our home into Christmasland and recreate that squishy warm feeling that one remembers in their mind (even if maybe it never happened quite like they remembered it).
We came back from visiting relatives for Thanksgiving and did a big Christmas push–brought a tree home, took out our decorations, and whipped out some gingerbread dough. I think my mistake was trying to have too much Christmas fun (I now know this is possible). It definitely wasn’t the nostalgic day I had been envisioning.
Well, maybe it was– I mean it was cute that the lights we bought were cool white, while the lights we had from last year were warm white. I tried to take them down, but Sol insisted it was much better this way and spent a good half-hour showing us how by unplugging one set we could have an “icy cold tree” and by unplugging another set we could have a “warm toasty tree”.
If my tree looks like a two year old decorated it–it’s because he did, or rather we realized that we could hang very few ornaments low because he just takes them down and proceeds to destroy them by his innate curiosity of needing to take everything apart. Now that I think about it–that’s sounds like a normal part of family living. Not such a big deal.
But when Stone decided the cheesy, polyester Frosty hat Sol rescued from a free pile last summer should be the crowning glory of our Christmas tree my knees buckled. I mean, I read Apples for Poppy Anne. Did you see her plans? My Christmas dreams started out looking like that. They definitely did not include a half-warm, half-cool, top heavy tree topped with a dirty old frosty hat.
I realized something needed to change when I actually started yelling during gingerbread making. Stone came downstairs and promptly said, “Mama’s having a breakdown let’s do something else,” and ushered the boys to go roughhouse in the living room. I stood in my kitchen surrounded by warm gingerbread while being serenaded by Bing Crosby and as I listened to my family wrestle around a lit Christmas tree I realized the only thing imperfect about our Christmas were my expectations.
Luckily, my expectations and perceptions are much easier to fix than my Christmas tree.
I love those kind of moments.
Wishing your family a perfectly, imperfect Christmas season.