Solstice is coming! Yay! Hey, we’ve all got to look for the light when things aren’t all sunshine and puppies. I’m not going to share any more bad news this week. This blog is supposed to be a happy place.
I watched friends hang lights on their house. I even helped plug them in and kept my usual bah humbug wasting fossil fuels thoughts to myself. Surely nobody could hope for more out of me on the dark side of solstice. The consolation is that this is the season for cookies. One of my vendors even gave my office a big box of chocolates yesterday. Sue decorated the office with dancing, singing stuffed animals.
Forgetting about the current mass murder of pine trees, only 15 more days and winter begins and the days start getting longer. If you want seasonal cheer, go to Jane’s blog. She has the right attitude and even makes me less seasonally temperamental with her real commitment to celebrating Christmas.
I grew up getting underwear and socks for Christmas, and nobody has to tell a kid those are sucky presents. (Mom sputtering and protesting in the background about being fiscally responsible...)
Moccasins were the best gift I received. Dad (who never bought gifts) bought them for me before he died. I held the present unopened for a long time, coping with grief, disbelief, and fears of disappointment. I wore those moccasins for years.
Gifts can be so many things, and I often feel that we’ve gone from white cotton underwear to extreme excess. We buy things out of guilt and obligation. Kids barely look at one gift before they’re ripping into the next, almost everything left on the floor, forgotten and unappreciated. Yet gifts can be like moccasins too, warming our heart long after the leather has worn out.
I want to give “moccasins” to people. I want to share the feeling that I’m glad people are in my life. Then I go to stores and find that there’s nothing meaningful in any of it, or the stores just don’t understand my giving needs. It tires me to think of shopping. So much for the clichés that women like to shop. Some women enjoy it. I’d rather stay in and finish reading my latest book.
Which by the way is the last in the “Game of Thrones” series by George R. R. Martin. I’ll give a conditional recommendation. Too violent for me, but it is a good story if you like heroic fantasy. An unqualified recommendation is for Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss which I absolutely loved. Maybe I’ll give books this Christmas? What books did you like this year?
In case you can’t tell, I’m trying to work up the energy to go shopping and jolly myself into the holiday season without shooting out speakers playing Christmas music. I’ll get through the spending, wrapping, and baking. I like parties and camaraderie. I’ll enjoy myself despite myself once I force myself into the spirit.
Are you like Jane or me during the holidays?