In my day-I have to smile at how often I’ve said this-Christmas meant advent calendars (I went to Catholic school), fragile glass bulbs on the tree, the cat knocking down the tree and breaking said balls, and running my John Denver and the Muppets album A Christmas Together till my father had enough. My ability to repeatedly listen to a song past a normal person’s threshold was probably the catalyst for my parents getting me a record player I could use in my bedroom. And of course, Santa was the Man!
In the last ten years, I’ve watched the calendar for how many weeks before Christmas it is before the first wave of holiday commercials and store decorations. I recently commented on Stephajane’s post about all this Christmas hoopla. I get people being excited. But Halloween is barely cold before Santa’s telling me I need to buy gifts I can’t afford to give myself. And how many times do I have to listen to some washed out version of a beloved Christmas song before I turn into Bumble the Abominable Snow Monster in this piece?
Other grown people issues: I don’t remember ever being so cold that I shivered myself to sleep. We didn’t have central heat. So it was always toasty. And by toasty I mean so hot you couldn’t adjust the radiator while it was pumping heat lest you wanted to rock third degree burns.
Now I spend a good amount of time gauging how cold I really think I am. Best believe when the next utility bill arrives I’ll be asking myself that question if the amount owed is astronomical. These days a $20 difference can make me smile or have me turning off lights and wearing extra layers. I look forward to when that is no longer the case. All this is to say I’m learning to appreciate everything. Today’s nuisance will be tomorrow’s nostalgic recollection. Sometimes I want what I want yesterday. However, I can’t deny the insights derived when I allow life to fall into place.
I’m slowly coming to terms with many aspects of my upbringing. I’m grateful for the memories of things I had growing up. I had a room to myself once my brother moved out. I’m even thankful for some of the things I didn’t have, like an authentic light-up E.T. toy or a Micky Mouse doll that spoke to you when you pulled his string. My mother couldn’t afford that one so I had to make do with a regular (although authentic, I think) Mickey for Christmas. I was so spoiled. I didn’t treat him very well but I do remember him.
Looking back I realize the blessings of a home cooked meal, clean clothes, some toys and a good imagination. I had some good times in spite of having to get up to change the TV channel. I even survived getting hit in the head during doge ball. That really happened; I was that kid.
As the year winds down and holiday madness revs up, I force myself to take a step back, I’m not in my ideal place, but I’m safe and mostly comfortable. I will laugh just as hard watching A Christmas Story on my old 19 inch as I would on a larger screen. I probably won’t unwrap a box from Jared® but that’s cool. I like Tacori anyway 🙂
And I’m gonna try really really hard not to sing one Christmas song until at least Thanksgiving 😉
I bopped my head but I didn’t sing it, honest.
Thanks to Stephajane for the spark for this post.
Nothing like an old school video to spark fond memories. Thanks Not a Punk Rocker for the soundtrack to your morning routine.
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