FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT
I Need a Christmas Break!
Without Christmas In It.
by Rita Ayers
January 9, 2008
I have loved Christmas all my life. The decorations delight me, the food and family fulfill me, and the spirit of the season lifts my mood to end the year on a high note.
Now I'm facing a New Year with the typical resolution – but this time, I'm being more clever than saying I'm going to lose weight. I opted instead for the more generic "I'm going to take better care of myself." That could mean I just have to keep my dentist appointment instead of taking a kid to softball practice – a "me first" attitude from time to time.
You see, I'm finding that I return to work each January with less and less energy. In searching for the culprit, I find several:
In short, I am not feeling rested enough to start 2008. They even pushed Martin Luther King Day too far into January to provide much help to me this time. Think how great it would be just not to "do" Christmas one year! I'm not the first to think of this: In his novel, Skipping Christmas, John Grisham described an exasperated father wishing to take a break from all the fuss and muss. The family – indeed, the whole neighborhood - rebelled against the very idea of skipping the festivities in lieu of a relaxing cruise.
On the other hand, my family is finally starting to get it. They never believe me when I say I want a gift of their time, but this year, that's exactly what I got. My "big kids" took off for a week with us to go to a cabin in the mountains, while the "little kids" went to Grandma's house. The older two are now both adults; I've never traveled with adult kids, so I was a newbie at it. It was incredible.
Consider the benefits of being in a cabin, far from home, with a pool table, hot tub, air hockey table, and a fabulous view from the very top of the mountain:
Of course, I had to "pay" for all of this in the end by slamming the aforementioned twenty-foot tall Christmas tree to the floor and yanking the ornaments off of it in record time in order to get assistance with putting it away. Everybody had to take off post-haste to wherever their real lives were upon our return. It's too bad real life gets in the way of real living.
Thank you, family. I'll never forget it. We'll go back to the old-style Christmas next year.
About the Author:
According to her eldest daughter, Rita Ayers is one of the most partial observers in existence!
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