I had absolutely nothing on my Christmas list this year.
While this has caused consternation for those people looking to buy me presents, it has actually allowed me to fully enjoy the season. I haven’t set myself up for disappointment, so I’ve really been able to see things I haven’t before. I can hear the whispering from the kids on what’s under the tree, because for once it isn’t drowned out by my wonderment on what is clothing versus an actual useful present.
I’m not figuring out how to angle for the latest gizmo or gadget and not fearful of ending up with a Chia pet. I’m not planting hints or speaking subliminally to my wife as she sleeps, I’m simply snoring with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, even if I’m not really sure I know what a sugarplum looks like. I don’t have to fake excitement at what awaits on Christmas Day because I peeked at the credit card bill the week before – I truly will be surprised at whatever I’m fortunate enough to receive.
This is the first holiday season in a long time where I’ve enjoyed the tree, sang along with the Christmas carols playing nonstop since Thanksgiving, and even chuckled at those cheeky holiday letters which serve as a vehicle for people to brag about their latest accomplishments. Clearing my list seems to have cleared my mind of holiday burdens. I’ve even resisted the urge to make up what I want for Christmas to make other people’s lives easier.
I’m even enjoying sitting back and watching them sweat. Nobody said I was going to stop being impish, did they?
For the first time in a long time, I’ve noticed the mistletoe above and smooched my wife. At least, until the catcalls and sounds of disgust from the children break up the bliss. I’ve wanted to deck the halls with boughs of holly without the disclaimer that holly berries are poisonous. If I’m truly feeling the spirit, I might even sing the fourth verse of “Silent Night” during the candlelight church service. Fruit cake looks almost as appealing to me as a steak. I’ve even restrained the gag reflex when “Grandma Got Run over By a Reindeer” crosses my radio dial.
I’m at peace.
I truly do not want or need anything material this year. Give me and my family good health and good blessings, and the happiness will follow.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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