The frenzy is over. Finally. Thank Santa's elves that it is all past. Except for the grandkids and the time we spend together as a family, I don't love Christmas. I am always glad when the mayhem is over, and peace and quiet reign supreme again. Why am I like this?
Because I think Christmas as a commercial holiday stinks. The rushing to shop, parties everywhere with more food than you can gorge an elephant on, and people spending their hard earned money buying gifts for people they barely know. I dread and dislike it to the point of gagging. So much so that I refused to go to a couple of functions at work this year. And threatened my staff about buying me any gifts. (They did anyway, and I am still wondering how I lost control of that situation.)
I love the small things. The favorite old Christmas movies, watching the lights on the tree when I am up late alone, and it is totally quiet. Opening each day on a computerized Advent calendar a friend sent, and seeing what surprise is in store for that day. Having a cup of tea with my favorite creamer in it, and having time to just sit and think about the year almost gone, and what it has meant to me. Those are the things I love at Christmas time. A chance to think, and really count my blessings for the year.
And this year, I got an extra gift at Christmas. Some time with my youngest daughter. Wretch decided to spend a few days with us, and the time we spent together was comforting to me, and I savored every minute. We laughed together, and watched some movies (the kind of chick flicks Stevie Wonder hates). We talked, and just relaxed. It was wonderful, and the best gift she could have given me.
I believe it isn't one season, or holiday, that should be grabbed at and clutched with greedy hands for all that you can get. It is the small moments in life, the instants that add up to moments of memories that you can look back on and laugh about, or cry about, or just say ahhhh, what a moment that was.
That's the important thing. Those moments. The piano part of life.