“I’m quitting Christmas,” I boldly exclaimed earlier this week.
When I made this protest, I was well aware that ‘tis the season to be jolly and bright and all that. But these past few weeks I’ve been reminded, ‘tis also the season for final projects at Villanova, for getting over fevers and stomach viruses, for grinding to meet numbers at work, for trying to stabilize top heavy Christmas trees with a dinky tree stand, for coming up with original gift ideas, for stringing frozen gutters with lights, and for eating oversized portions…yes, portions is plural.
So, amidst a stressful week, it was easier to cancel the Christmas season and give myself several less things to worry about. No music, no cookies, no lights, no Hallmark channel, and NO matching jammies. Just focus on finishing finals week, close out strong at work, and fight off daycare-borne sicknesses. Sitting this Holiday season out seemed like the best option.
The only problem is that I live in the North Pole with the tinsel twins, Jordo-Claus and our sweet little elf. My merry family wasn’t having it. “Why are you a grinch?” Mrs. Claus asked. I couldn’t come up with a good answer.
The truth is, I love the Holidays themselves. They just usually come at a time that’s extra busy and cold. So I have a choice to make: I can quit Christmas and ruin the cheer for the people around me, or I can get through these extra busy weeks with an extra spring in my step fueled from the joy of the season.
As I considered my decision, I pulled into the driveway and was greeted by the lights twinkling on the front of the house. And then we walked down the streets of West Chester through packed crowds of people lined up for the parade. And then I watched the Conference Championship games with stockings hung by the fireplace. And then I walked through my living room and maneuvered by the big and beautiful tree standing strong in the corner of the room. And then I heard Jordan playing Christmas tunes on the piano. And then we got Charlie and Leila together in their matching Christmas dresses to take pictures with Santa. And with each reminder of spirit, my choice whether to quit Christmas or celebrate it becomes easier and easier.
With 16 days left, I declare December 9 as the day that I retire from the role of Grinch. There is cheer in my cup, and it’s time to embrace the North Pole. Here’s to the merry and the bright. Happy Holidays!
The Janiec Reflection 