This Journey

Thoughts, rants, prayers, sermons I'll never give and other stuff gathered as I make my way through this life.

Christmas Eve 2012

And so it begins. The technical difficulties are resolved and we rejoin This Journey already in progress…

I have hit the peak of “bah humbug” -ness for someone who actually celebrates the Feast of the Incarnation (a.k.a. Christmas). The house is a wreck, the tree went up last night and still isn’t decorated. We’re having pot roast for dinner after I get back from Round 1 of church. Last night DS1 asked “when people are coming over.” No one is coming over. It’s just the four of us. We’ll play CatchPhrase or Dominoes or something until I have to go back to church for Round 2.

This is a low stress, low activity Christmas. All the crazy will happen on the 29th when DH’s sons and DILs come. I’m not even sure what we’ll eat for that yet. He says ham. Maybe he’s right. But there are no mountains of packages to wrap and open. No piles of cookies to bake and put on the hips. Not even any special booze to wash it down with.

And the thing is: none of these people at Chez Journey seem to care. I don’t know if they really do and are hiding it, in good passive aggressive Minnesota Nice fashion, or if they haven’t noticed yet, or if they just actually don’t give a damn. Me? I miss the twinkle lights a little. And the fun of planning something. But I’m just too worn out to really care that it didn’t happen this year. I don’t know if that means I’m in the depths of a despair or if I am just being realistic. All of that festivity costs money. Money we simply don’t have this year. Without meaning to protest anything we are celebrating a “buy nothing” Christmas.

This doesn’t mean we won’t celebrate together – we’re just so far out of the consumerist stream of the celebration that this year looks very, very different. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Hoping that you have a wonderful, warm Christmas celebration with those you love.

Author: Not Fainthearted

A paradox wrapped in an enigma playing the accordion. I'm a sinner-saint, child of God working at the cross-roads of church and world. A Deaconess called to connect people living near the center with people on the edge and to help your life sing (literally and figuratively) while doing it. People don't always get the deaconess part. Could be the swearing, the corporate job, or the wine.

2 Comments

  1. We had a low key Christmas, too. We hung out, ate pizza and watched a Monty Python movie. We’ve found more contentment from doing less than ‘going all out’!

    Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you. May 2013 be better for all of us.