It’s official now. “The hols are coming, the hols are coming.”
I need to do things differently this year. Have you ever felt this way? For years, I rejoiced in all the traditions I created for my family that made our Christmas such a happy, cherished time.
But I don’t need to be the magic maker anymore; I’m not responsible for anyone’s happiness anymore. I can change how I set the scene and observe the holidays, knowing that I create intimate, compelling magic whatever I decide to do. Because that’s my style.
(This Thanksgiving I felt like cooking, but I didn’t feel like entertaining. So I prepared all the familiar foods that I adore. I’m lucky to have my grown son and daughter in the same city as me this year, so it was just the three of us at my table. Perfect and perfectly intimate.)
Lately Christmas has become grating – its early arrival in the stores, the commercialism — and as I’ve gotten older, the emotional punch that Christmas now delivers to me. Memories of my childhood Christmases mingle with the memories of so many who have passed away. When did I become the Christmas grouch? (And we all know how I feel about Tropical Christmas…)
But since I’ve decided to reinvent my celebration, I’m enjoying it with fresh eyes, feeling zestfully creative and playful.
This year my Christmas will be a celebration of light and the pagan solstice. Lots of flickering white candles and tasteful, happy sparkle. Minimalist sensuality if you will. No gifts, rather experiences. Perhaps on Christmas eve a comforting (but always elegant!) casserole with a glass of really fine wine instead of the usual heavy feast featuring a roast.
Christmas morning…I’m thinking of rising early and whilst Tropica is sleeping off the festivities, I’ll drive to the winter beach for breakfast and a walk. I’ll come home with the sun and wind in my hair and eyes, and cook something divine for supper. I’m so enjoying exploring all the recipes that come my way online.
Okay, I’m off to Pinterest and the shops to get design inspiration, for my new brand of magic.
Tell me, what are you feelings about the hols as you’ve grown older…? And what are you doing about it?