I was listening to the song Peace from George Winston’s December. It’s a song that sometimes makes me feel a little sad. Today I realized that the sadness is really just a reaction to the simple soft melody. Thinking about the song led me to think about what I want from this holiday season.
Christmas time with my family used to be a time of togetherness. There was usually a jigsaw puzzle, which the children and I would put together. It was a time for conversation about their lives, under the guise of finding the right piece. And as they grew into teens they could still be lured to sit with mom for awhile to help with the puzzle. We used to carol with friends, going through our neighborhood spreading joy and cheer with a dose of slapstick and silliness. It was fun and definitely low tech. I always made cookies; sugar cookies to decorate, gingersnaps and bourbon balls. It was never about glitz or an overabundance of materialism.
As my kids got older we stopped doing some of those family-oriented activities. Partly due to the natural changes that occur when children grow up and move away. Moving, divorce, illness, teen-stuff got in the way.
Traditions are what makes Christmas for me. It’s not really a religious celebration: I’m not sure that the story of Jesus isn’t simply a great epic story. But the ritual continues to mean something to me. And, in it’s absence I feel a void.
So. I will get a live tree and decorate it. I will spend evenings with the candles burning and the tree lit, listening to my favorite holiday music. I will cook and decorate as it suits me. I’ll buy some eggnog and spice it up like my father-in-law always did… with a splash of bourbon, brandy and dark rum. I’ll fill stockings with little silly toys and candy for my children and family. I will not obsess over the perfect tree, or getting ‘enough’ gifts. I will not go crazy with shopping or spend much money.
And, should I forget this, I’ll pop in some peaceful music and remember what my goal is.




