And happiest of holidays from Lea Wait! I’ll admit — I wrote this post a year ago. But several people told me they remembered it and suggested I re-post … and I’m in writer’s jail … so here it is, with at least as many good wishes as last year!
Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I shop for gifts all year round, I look forward to the delicious food that is part of the season. I love Christmas carols and sentimental movies. And I collect Santas and other Christmas decorations.
When I lived in New York City I loved to take long walks, looking at decorated store windows and Rockefeller Plaza, and, later, when I lived in New Jersey, I took my daughters and mother to see The Nutcracker at Lincoln Center.
My home was the place where my single adoptive parent friends and their children gathered, 100-200 strong, to celebrate Christmas early in December. And my extended family gathered at my home Christmas Eve every year.
But years have passed since I celebrated joyously with my daughters and sisters and mother … time moves on, and my family has dispersed. I’ve married, and my husband, is, if not an absolute Grinch … well, I’ll just say Christmas is not HIS favorite time of year.
So my Christmases have been pared down over the years. Some years we haven’t had a big tree; most years diets dictate Christmas cookies be held to a minimum. My husband and I don’t exchange gifts, so the only gifts under the tree are delivered by the post office or UPS and come from loved ones far away.
Still, I decorate the house, and send Christmas cards and plan special food for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and I play Christmas carols, and watch sentimental movies. And Christmas, if not spectacular, is still a wonderful time of year.