Devin and I have not exchanged gifts since the first Christmas we were together, a distant 12 years ago. It is not because of a lack of love for each other or distaste for consumerism at this merry season--although it is hard not to ignore that fact--but rather the simple fact that we've never made the gifts a priority. I am not on my high horse here at all--most of the years we were broke college kids unable to afford gifts for one another and would have if we had had the means. But the thing is, even though our bank account is much more secure, we have not wavered on this tradition. We fill each other's stockings with small, silly gifts but nothing over the top. Each year, I think maybe this year will be different because we have kids, but it has had the adverse effect: it makes me want to continue this tradition of doing it simple.
Oh, and I know how cheesy and corny this sounds saying I want Christmas a simple time shared with loved ones over a crackling fire but that is what I want. That overplayed and unrealistic image is an ideal for a reason! Yes, I know that my girls are still little and not yet victims to the marketing campaign brigade and no matter what powers I may use, they will fall victim to long Christmas lists and I will be the first one getting the must have item. But, dare I save this precious moment in my life when I truly believe I had the perfect Christmas this year. I received so many thoughtful gifts from many people but my favorite was by far the time spent with my family. Being able to relax, not be on a schedule, rushing each other out the door, or inundated with the mundane chores of parenting was the best gift of all. It may the hokey music in the background or the intoxicating scent of the tree, but whatever it may be, I am finally able to appreciate and celebrate in the splendor of the holiday season. It is not what I asked of Santa this year, but what I asked of myself. I jumped in to the spirit this year, the true spirit of Christmas. I avoided the long lines at the stores, nail biting decisions of what to get everyone, and getting lost in the chore of Christmas, rather than reveling in the enjoyment. I told myself to let go and see it through my daughters'' eyes. Doing this was the best gift I received...thank you to myself.
