We spend so much time getting ready for Christmas. There's the shopping, and wrapping, and mailing. The decorating, the baking, the cleaning. Cards to write and stockings to fill. Parties and concerts and plays to attend. Out-of-town family and friends to welcome. Church services. Feasting and present-opening.
|Decorated bags filled with cookies for my book club friends.|
And then, suddenly, it's over.
I think it's always so sad when I see Christmas trees out by the curb the day after Christmas. Or ads for exercise equipment and diets and home organization tools, bludgeoning us even before we've finished our Christmas dinner dessert.
I'm all for new beginnings and fresh starts.
But let's press pause for a week, or more, and enjoy the fruits of our labor, and the gift of Christmas-time.
The old church calendar marked 12 days of Christmas. That really takes us to January 6.
Now, some do need to go back to work. Chores need to be done. But we can try to prolong the season for at least a week or so.
Resist the temptation to take down the tree, or start that diet just yet.
Sit by the fire, read that new book. Take time to bask in the warmth of the season, to think over the past year, and be dreaming of the new one. For those of you do-ers, know that quiet time can be very fertile time. It's not a waste. You may be reading or knitting or napping, but the mind is still sorting and filing and working. Keep a pad of paper nearby, and jot down ideas and dreams, hopes and prayers, regrets and resolutions as they come to you.
You'll be surprised at how much more "productive" you'll be later, having had some time to rest and contemplate.
We know that our phones and computers work better when we shut them down and then press restart.
How much more do we need to turn off, and "reboot?"
Just so you know, I'm preaching to myself here, too. I've been feeling a little like I'm not accomplishing enough, or doing enough "important" things, and that I've got to whip myself into shape, and DO STUFF. Right now.
I'm feeling sad because our youngest son has headed back home today, and I already miss him. Getting busy would help me "move on."
But, you know, it's okay to feel sad. It's a reminder of what a wonderful time we had, and how much I love him. I don't need to cover that up with busyness.
And a new year to do new things in is still a week away.
We are expecting a big winter storm this afternoon. A fire is all laid, and ready to light. We have food and books and tea. The Christmas lights are twinkling.
Ah, peace. I'm going to try and sink deep into it.
Wishing that for you all, as well.