For the past two months I have been out of town a lot, mostly in tropical places. It is now just one week until Christmas, and I've hardly given it a thought. It was 77 degrees today, and I still can't think about it.
Considering I have a very large family who all live a mailbox away, I'm in trouble.
I've tried to put Christmas music on, but the CD or the player doesn't seem to work. I think I'm not supposed to do Christmas this year.
While I was out of town, my husband, whose favorite thing about Christmas is the smell of a fresh tree, went out, for the first time in our lives, and bought a fake tree. And it came with lights. How's that for instant, artificial Christmas?
When I got home, I put two ornaments on it, one from Hawaii, and one of a cruise ship. I think that will do.
So when we get up on Christmas morning, and for the first time have no children, no stockings, and no presents, I'll remember that this is our Christmas: that we went on a cruise with our children and I got to go to Hawaii. That should warm my soul, if indeed if it gets cold enough to need warming.
It will be a different Christmas.
I won't have to stay up late or get up early.
I won't have to spend my day tripping over stuff and cleaning up after everyone.
I won't have to put up with the joking, poking, and wrestling of siblings.
Maybe I'll have time to take a nap, for all the years I stayed up all night and didn't get one.
Just maybe I'll miss the excitement of anticipation on Christmas morning, the fun of stockings, the bright eyes and yelps of joy at opening a gift, the love and bonding of a family, the gratitude felt for gifts, for each other, and for all that Christmas means.
It will be a different Christmas.
Bah Humbug.
Maybe I won't even make cinnamon rolls.
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Mom, I know this is a different Christmas for you. I'm sad too, but it's a different Christmas for me too. I'm married, I'll split my time between in-laws and immediate family. Micah and I aren't exchanging gifts. It will be weird. I am here, however, to tell you that eliminating Christmas Day cinmamon rolls is NOT an option.
I will hopefully see you on Christmas, but if I don't I will see you within 24 hours on either side of Christmas. I expect a cinnamon roll coming my way! I'm going to make a deal right now: if you do not make cinnamon rolls, I will not cut and roll your gumdrops. What do you think of that?!?!
I love you and am missing you. Only 6 short days!!
Welcome back Georgia!! I've missed you so.
It sounds like you're going to a have an empty-nester kind of Christmas. The sleeping in part sounds good, but the rest sounds a little grim. Is there anyway to remedy the situation? A last minute flight to Utah or Seattle perhaps?
No cinnamon rolls?!?! That just can NOT happen! You'd better get on a plane and head up here. I'll make them for you. Then you can listen to my kids joke, poke and wrestle and you'd still get a nap!
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