I had a wonderful realization on Thanksgiving Day. The kitchen was warm from the oven, I was rolling out pie dough and Jeff, unusually UN-busy, was sitting with me at the table enjoying watching “The Fellowship of the Ring”. (So many of us grew up watching “The Wizard of Oz” or the “Peanuts” specials on this holiday. We have decided to start our own tradition, which is to marathon “The Lord of the Rings”. As my housemate Shannon said, “I didn’t take you guys for those kinds of people.” We are.). As my mother used to do for me, I took the extra pie dough, rolled it out, sprinkled it with cinnamon and sugar and put it in the oven to bake as a treat for Fern. As I was closing the door, it came to me, and I smiled…
Starting tomorrow I can officially listen to holiday music in the house!
Christmas spirit…I has it. Although in my case, it would be more appropriate to say “holiday” or “solstice”. I love holiday music, I love making and giving presents, I love decorating, I love the cold and the short short days and the settling in of winter. I love still time spent with family. I love nestling down as the wheel of the season turns and there is the quiet pause just before the sun returns and the days once again grow longer. Love it.
I realize that while I am not alone in this sentiment, I also understand that a for a lot of people, their experience ranges from apathy to total and utter dread and depression. Believe me, I get it…we bought my father a “Scrouge” stocking years ago because he becomes a total grinch at Christmas. With a tendency towards melancholy anyway, the holidays bring up too many old memories for him, along with even older pain. (However, both my parents have been warned that with a grandchild coming to visit, they better buck up on the Ho Ho Ho or we will take our xmas elsewhere. Hi Mom.)
But this wasn’t always the case, and I think it was my experience of the winter holy-days during my formative years that instilled the spark that roars to a cozy blaze for me once December 1st hits. I have nothing but warm and happy memories from Christmas’s of childhood past. I would lie on my back with my head under the tree, looking up at the lights in the branches and know deep down in my bones that everything was good. It is my goal and vision to create, support and nurture a similar experience for my daughter. And to make sure that she knows all four stanzas of “Jingle Bells”. (Do you?)
Later this week I will update with some of the new crafty creations I am making, and in the meantime want to let local folks know that I will be selling wares with my colleagues at The Holos Institute Winter Craft Fair and Open House, this Sunday from 11-4. For more information, click here. It is sure to be a nice change of pace from the frantic hullaballoo at the mall, and also a chance to explore your psyche’s experience of winter. Stop by and say hi!