The holidays have arrived and I should be excited right? It's the most wonderful time of the year, or so says a very rich songwriter. But the excitement is missing for me. Maybe it's the thought of attending another party alone and answering invasive personal questions from people I don't know.
Party Guest: "Hi, nice to meet you. Are you married? Have you ever been married? Do you have kids? NO??? With a questioning glance...."
Me: "That's right, I'm 38 and single, never been married and have no kids. There is obviously something horrifyingly wrong with me as evidenced by your raised eyebrow. Thanks for making me feel even worse about myself. Any other questions?"
Perhaps my blase mood is because Christmas began so early this year. Radio stations began playing Christmas music 24/7 on November 5. We went from the election to Christmas seemingly overnight. It kind of detracts from the magic for me. I like Christmas to feel special but it doesn't feel very special when it lasts for so long. It feels like any ordinary day. And to top it off the greed and consumerism is annoying. I love to give meaningful gifts that will be truly appreciated, but instead I buy gift cards because most people just want the money. It feels cheap and heartless.
And don't even get me started on the decorating, which is something I normally enjoy. For the past 2 weeks my tree has been only partially decorated, sporting a twinkling light/ornament ratio of 1000 to 1. I even plunked down a lot of moolah for some really beautiful ornaments, hoping to be inspired, but nope. If you were to drop by right now you'd see my normally spic and span, uncluttered place in disarray. It's a huge mess, littered with boxes, totes, tissue paper, glitter and unwrapped gifts. Worse still, I don't even care. If my sink were full of dishes I'd be concerned that I was suffering from Major Depressive Disorder, but so far it's clean.
What to do? I miss the enthusiasm I normally feel. I miss watching cheesy Christmas movies. I miss listening to carols. I miss baking and decorating and wrapping carefully chosen gifts. But, C'est la vie. It ebbs and flows regardless of the season. It just feels a little blue this year. So instead of focusing on my unrealized expectations I'm going to start focusing on the truth of the season. Salvation has come, reconciliation is possible, hope is renewed. That's the truth, thanks be to God.
