Dec 28, 2011 20:35
The older I become, the more anticlimactic Christmas is. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy it any less. It just seems that once that final plate of Thanksgiving leftovers is consumed and one starts to contemplate the month ahead, pandemonium on some level ensues, transforming those rusty, waning days of fall into a veritable (albeit exciting) mess. One spends those few frenetic weeks planning, shopping, baking, engaging with family and friends ad infinitum, only to see it all culminate into a mere few hours on an afternoon in late December. Gifts have been exchanged, and yet another sugar cookie is stuffed down one's gullet. Those packages one spent so much time meticulously wrapping have been reduced to piles of torn, glittered paper, ribbon, and boxes.
It goes without saying that my holiday was very exhausting, but I relished every moment of it. From henceforth I will never assume how it might be and forgo all expectations. Recent history has shown me that I appreciate my life on a more profound level when I focus more on how things 'are', rather than how they 'ought to be'. I indulged in sugar cookies, wine, and delicious meals with my family, and I got to spend another Christmas with Sean. I saw my dad as well; his cancer cells are down to five percent right now and he just has to keep taking his maintenance medications - no plans for stem cell transplant & chemotherapy in the foreseeable future. A lovely gift indeed!