This year I have decided to enjoy the holidays.
This year I have decided to decorate the house and sing carols.
This year I went to a craft party full of laughing women. Eating, drinking, cooing at babies, swapping tales. Being in the comfort of women, I am reminded of my family. Their stories, their crafts, and I am ready.
This weekend I pull out the plastic bin labeled X-Mas and as I unwrap goodies I think about their origins.
Hand-carved Santas lovingly crafted by my grandfather for my grandmother (and passed to me)
Jolly wooden train in which small fake presents ride the rails
Stuffed snowman with shovel from J’s mom
Shiny tiled snowman won at white elephant party of years past, making me think of J’s sad face upon realization that it doesn’t plug in and light up
Candy cane candle
And ornaments for the tree- a mismatch bunch of treasures from grandparents on both sides, parents, gifts (blinking Steeler’s football snowman, our first Christmas 2003, felt skates)
All these items are only valuable to me because they remind me who I am, where I came from, where I’m going.
This year I’m going to embrace the season.