This was Perry’s first day home after a week working out of town, but he and some of the older girls worked at VF, so I spent much of the day running secret Christmas errands. Because they’re secret, I can’t tell you where I went or what I bought.
I have gifts for most (but not all) of my children, a couple of small things for Perry, and nearly nothing for the extended family. I did some shopping on Amazon but they just don’t have everything, and don’t have the best prices on everything, so I was forced to venture forth today. Personally, I long for the old days we read about in Little House, back when Christmas gifts were mostly for little kids and consisted of a penny and a stick of candy. My ideal Christmas: we give each child a small gift on Christmas eve, then spend Christmas day – or the next 12 days – in feasting and fellowship, celebrating the birth and life of our Savior.
Am I a scrooge? Maybe, but it’s not about the money. It’s about the stress and pressure to find The Perfect Gift for everyone you love, and if they don’t make your list you obviously don’t count them among your loved ones. I know not everyone thinks or feels that way, but it’s easy to imagine they do and put false pressure upon yourself. Or am I just neurotic? Go ahead. Answer honestly.
The sad, tired faces of the cashiers also tug at my heartstrings everywhere I go. They look like people in a refugee camp: resigned, overwhelmed, wishing they were anywhere but here. Those poor people must dread the holiday season.
The traffic was INSANE today. The girls said it wasn’t bad between VF and home, but that’s because every car in the city was between me and whatever store I was heading to. I can’t believe how many crazy people were out today doing last-minute shopping, and I bet it will be even worse on Monday and Tuesday, when I’m doing last-minute shopping. Yes, call me crazy.
Grim, I know. Cheer me up. How did you celebrate Christmas in your home today?