And Bill comes home from work,
Not as quiet as usual,
Because he has brought home a perk.
Every year, in the ten days or so preceding Christmas, my husband returns home with holiday gifts from some of his associates.
The usual excitement when he arrives home escalates this time of year. *clears throat* Well … it’s the excitement he wishes his family would show upon his arrival each night. But during the holiday season, though, when that garage door opens, we all come running to greet him when we hear the thud of a large package being placed on the kitchen floor.
Cases of wine. Harry & David gift boxes. Themed baskets; chocolate, wine & cheese, crackers and cheese, cookies. On a healthier note, he’s received fruit displays, so large that even Carmen Miranda could hold it on her head.
This year we got beautiful desserts from a well known bakery in Manhattan, slated to be used as part of our Christmas meal.
In truth, what we receive is excessive (although appreciated). Yet like everything about the holiday season, I wish there was a way to spread all this good cheer out—not have it dumped on me in one fell swoop from Thanksgiving to New Years.
As I get older, I often long for a simpler way to celebrate Christmas…
A handmade gift.
A relaxing meal with family.
A fun night with good friends.
And at the same time, it’s hard not to get caught up in the exhilaration of it all. Every single year, I find myself torn between my adult logic and the anticipation of a child.
Do you embrace this time of year with joy, reluctance, or somewhere in between?