I always make a big deal of this time of year. I suppose I adopted it from my grandmother, who spoiled my family, year after year, with more gifts and goodies than we knew what to do with. In a selfless attempt to make up for what she didn’t have as a child, my Nannee played the role of Santa better than anyone I’ve ever known.
Each year, as an annual tradition, my brother, cousin and I scavenged through her Bible-sized, Sears catalog and circled the toys, books, candies and electronics we wanted. Next to these felt pen markings, we wrote our names and prioritized which presents we wanted most. Then we waited. And waited. And waited.
We waited nearly two months before we discovered what was underneath the tree on Christmas morning. Every year, we were never disappointed. With little money and lots of credit, my Nannee bought bounds of presents for the entire family, which I know made her happier than I’ll ever understand. For her, the gift was truly in giving.
Over the years, the way I celebrate the Holiday season has changed. Growing up and moving out, naturally changes everything, but even through all the transitions, my family puts aside our issues and makes the most of the season.
Earlier this week, my adult family brought out our own Christmas decorations and toasted the holiday season. Much to my enjoyment, up went the tree, the lights, the ornaments, the garland, and even the two turtle doves.
We didn’t spend the time hassling with buying a fresh tree because, we thought, it’s too much of an ordeal. Traveling to the lot, shelling out $75 dollars, lugging it home, watering it daily, yet still worrying about it drying out, we opted to put up a fake tree.
I admit, I do miss the smell; and even though its snow isn’t real, our tree is just as beautiful as those from years gone by!
Tis the season!