I love this time of year. I love the twinkling, multi-color lights, the way the lights reflect off the ornaments on the tree. I love the smell of fresh baked cookies, the taste of cookie dough. I love the smell of my Balsam & Pine candle (it’s from Yankee Candle). I love curling up with a mug of hot chocolate in front of the fire place. I love the music. I love the memories and nostalgia. I love making new memories, and creating new traditions with my own family. I love this time year.
I hate this time of year. I hate the depression that always comes. I hate the “gimmies” and the “I wants” that come no matter how much we try to stave them off. I hate the commercialism, the Christmas stuff in the stores well before Halloween. I hate the stress that comes with all the projects and the “did I get a gift for that one? Did we forget anyone?” I hate the self-imposed pressure to be happy and make life all kittens and sunshine for my kids when I just want to curl up in a fetal postition and sleep through from November til February. Hibernation – It’s not just for bears anymore! I just want to avoid it all. I hate this time of year.
But I love this time.
Christmas music makes me cry in such an odd mix of joy and sorrow, that I’m not sure what to do with all the emotion bottled up inside. Certain CD’s especially remind me of my Dad. John Denver and the Muppets “A Christmas Together” is one of them. Good memories of listening to the record (yes, vinyl. I feel so old!) throughout the holiday season and yelling “Ba Dum Dum Dum Dum!” with Piggy. It was always one of our favorites.
This year, I’m struggling. This year marks 10 years since we lost our Angel. While time has healed the wounds and lessened the pain, the scars are still there. This year will be the second year that my GeekBoy doesn’t have a joint birthday party with his Grampa. I miss my dad. He loved this time year.
I wish I had his joy in the season. I wish I could be free of the sorrow and depression that drags me down. I try. I am not entirely sure how successful I am. But as long as the kids have a good time, and good memories of their own to look back on… I’ll have done my job.