I Don’t Have Time for ChristmasAlison Faulkner
(One of our new family pictures that I may or may not get out in our Christmas card)
I’m feeling very bombarded by Christmas this year. It didn’t sneak up on me, or jump out and scare me from behind. No, I feel like Christmas walked right up, looked me in the eye, and punched me in the face.
Yes, I’m feeling very attacked by Christmas this year, and like I don’t have time for any of it.
How is the holiday already half over? I haven’t even properly explained the concept of Santa Claus to my 3-year-old. She obviously doesn’t know that he’s making a list and checking it twice, otherwise there’s no way she’d be acting quite so naughty and not even pretending to be nice.
I haven’t made cookies, or gingerbread houses. I haven’t shopped for Christmas gifts or sent out cards. We did get a tree, and I trimmed it for blog posts, ha, but I just haven’t had time to feel the “magic.”
I keep thinking, “I need to make time every day to do something special! Something Christmasy!” And then another day passes and I haven’t made time for Christmas.
I logged into this blog (work, work, work) to share another round-up of holiday treats, or maybe some DIY gifts or even some ideas on activities to do with your children to help make the holiday special. But it all felt so forced. How could I sit here and show you all the things you’re probably too busy to do, when I don’t even feel like I’ve had time to sit and reflect on the reason for the season.
So that is why I decided to instead sit down and collect my thoughts and figure out why I’m feeling ambushed by cheer.
And it comes down to this: How do I define the holiday season? How do I define Christmas?
Is Christmas making handmade gifts for every person I know? Or spending money I don’t have to send a holiday card to 100 people? Is it making certain treats or watching certain movies?
Yes, I think it can be all of THOSE things, but what if I sincerely don’t have time for those things? Do I just miss out on the season?
My heart kept saying, “no” but my head kept screaming, “YES! YOU’RE THE WORST!” as it often does.
So I’m writing it down, and hopefully I’ll convince myself that this is how I want to define Christmas: LOVE.
So often I show love by spending lots of time making things or buying things. But that is not the ONLY way to show love.
I don’t want to be the type of person who doesn’t have time for Christmas activities, though this year that might be my reality. But if I’m the type of person who doesn’t have time to show a bit of extra love everyday? Well, then I better rethink my life.
My new Christmas game plan is this: think of one way to show an extra bit of love everyday, and have my husband and toddler join in on the love fest.
And then maybe I can let myself off the hook for missing out on gingerbread houses and sledding.
Today my act of love is going to be calling someone back who I haven’t been making time for. Not exceptionally Christmassy, but it’s going to have to do.
Because I don’t want to be the type of person who doesn’t have time for Christmas.
And I certainly don’t want to be the type of person who isn’t making the time to show love.
Here’s to a sincere holiday, filled with whatever keeps you feeling sane, and lots of love!