December, december, december. I love it. I hate it.
Is there a busier month? There just do not seem to be enough days, hours, minutes.
I really do love Christmas and all the festive hoopla that it brings, but I have to confess that it all gets to be just a wee bit overwhelming at some points.
And this, in combination with the fact that we now have a December birthday in the family, is really testing my limits.
Because, let’s face it, we want to experience and have our children experience “the magic of the season,” but where is the line between creating meaningful memories and overload?? Is it the 11th mini candy cane that your child consumes at the not-to-be-missed Ocean Beach Holiday Parade, or the 9th holiday dance performance that your kids’ dance studio throws onto the December schedule, or the school holiday program and party following that offers cookies, candy, and nothing else?
I want to take my girls to see a professional company perform The Nutcracker, and I want them to attend the annual and always fun gingerbread decorating party. I also want them to help decorate the tree, open the Advent calendar each night, and see a Christmas special or three.
(But you have to wonder when ABC is offering “25 Days of Christmas,” how special can these specials be?)
We’re reading “Little House on Plum Creek” right now, and believe me, I do NOT long to return to the time when pa can’t even afford to get new work boots for Christmas because the grasshoppers ruined the wheat crop.
I don’t even long to return to my own childhood when we gathered at the post office and went caroling around the village (okay, I do miss this); truthfully I just long for more time to get it all done.
Well that, and for my girls to be with me fulltime.