It is the worst of times, it is the best of times
I hate Christmas. The shopping crowds, work, expense. Cards to be written, house to be cleaned, packages to wrap, decorating. It completely consumes a full month where I can't get anything else done, but Christmas nonsense. I even considered becoming Jewish to get out of the whole mess until I found out that they even have more crappie holidays.
My mother thinks she is Mrs. Santa and has bought nearly every cute thing that she has ever seen and expects me to help her put it all out and then pack it away after. It has taken up to five days of hard work to complete. And she keeps buying more. Ten years ago I told her if she bought one more thing I was not going to help her. I think she has doubled her inventory since. We have to take down all of her normal decorations and put them away and there is still no way to get everything up. Not only that, she has drawn me into her folly and I have about as much as she. Then it takes me another five days to put up my things. Fortunately I can get everything put away in about half the time.
I love Christmas. All the beautiful lights and decorations. People have such a wonderful giving spirit. A time to forget work and day-to-day normal activities as Christmas absorbs all of your time and thoughts. A time for loved ones to get together. A time to express how much you appreciate their being a part of your life by giving them a small token of your appreciation A chance to contact friends and relatives that you haven't seen for a long time if only with a card.
My mother has always loved Christmas as much as any child. All year long she buys things for Christmas. She always makes me and the family a Christmas ceramic. They are so beautiful that I don't want to pack them away, and I can't wait to get them out the next year to adorn my house. I love helping my mom decorate her house as it gives me a chance to be with her and see the child within her. She adores all of her ornaments and gets such a kick out of all her gadgets. She has always made Christmas special to all of us. I can't imagine the holidays without her. I wish everyone in the world could have as wonderful and special holidays as I have always had at Christmas time.
Joy or misery! It is up to you and how you perceive it.
Sandy Blair, Payson