Through Rose Coloured Glasses
I love Christmas, and spend weeks getting ready for it. However, once it is over, I am anxious to have things return to normal. Our tree is hauled away and all the ornaments and decorations are packed and put away before New Year`s Day. It seems that once Christmas is over, the things that were so beautiful the day before, are now in the way and cluttering up the house. I put away the ornaments and decorations knowing I will enjoy them all over again next Christmas, but for now I just want them gone. New Year`s Day is all about a fresh start, new hopes and plans for the incoming year, and it just feels right to clear the house of Christmas reminders. By the time we ring in the new year at our house, all evidence of Christmas is gone.
Every year, I appreciate the magic of Christmas more and more. There is so much excitement and goodwill in the air. The season brings with it the hunt for that perfect present, the gift wrapping, decorating the house, trimming the tree and of course, the baking. Over the years, my decorations have grown into quite a collection and my house sparkles and shines on both floors and in almost every room. My village glows brightly each evening. Most of my ornaments and decorations were given to me and I dutifully write the name of the person who gave it to me and the year under each ornament so that I will always remember whom I received them from.
In past columns, I have written about Mrs. Richard’s little Christmas village, and how through my eyes as a child, it was the most perfect, most beautiful Christmas decoration I had ever seen. I was not going to write about it again this year, but as I set up my own display again this year, I decided that I could not help but retell the story yet one more time.
I was driving home recently when the Christmas song “My Grown-Up Christmas List” played on the radio. The title intrigued me, and while waiting in traffic, I began to think what my own “Grown-Up Christmas List” would look like.
As a child, I always had a list of things I wanted for Christmas. The lists were, of course, materialistic and varied depending on my age. But what would a grown-up Christmas list contain? If my adult self would write a list, what would I ask for?