We got away from the commercial side of Christmas about 2008. The kids were not amused. We just couldn't afford it.
Christmas to me now means I still love a tree, all the lights and greens and decorations, a creche. A poinsettia.
Outside my plastic snowmen and other plastic crap and red bells from when I was a kid. A wreath on the front door, a seasonal flag on the pole by the top of the steps.
The tree is either a 7 foot artificial or an antique aluminum tree with revolving light. I called it a Reynolds Wrap tree and hated that thing when I was little. I love the smell of fresh cookies and listening to Christmas music while I make them. I sing along if no one is around to hear.
I don't care about presents, I just want a warm house with all my kids around the table at the same time. Tell the Christmas Story and eat. You know, like the Norman Rockwell picture?
We haven't done any decorating since the year the economy went bust and so did we. Still haven't recovered.
I am the one to get the decorations done after nagging my DH to get them out. I said that we were having decorations this year or else. DD was coming home from OK so I had an even better reason to celebrate.
I'm gonna miss Christmas again this yeat. I got sick, DH has a rotator cuff to be fixed, no decorations but a $3 poinsettia from Walmart. The kids are gone or working so no help there. I've cried over it and asked and asked and finally resorted to begging. Nothing. DH is bummed too so he's not inclined to get anything out.
I will bake my cookies and Christmas cake and make my fancy candies and I will be happy that Jesus came to save us. I should be happy for that alone.
But I still miss the lights.