I was feeling a little meh about Christmas. I even wrote about it a little. But I am grateful that a couple of people have come to my rescue and helped spread Christmas cheer in our house. Maybe there is hope for this Grinch after all-my own Christmas miracle.
A friend of mine from college came out of the woodwork to offer up a gingerbread house. She read my post and figured we could use a fun holiday memory. I admit I was skeptical at first. I’ve never made a gingerbread house before and I was a little intimidated by it. I also felt a little weird accepting this offer. It was too generous. It sounded like a ton of work for her to make the parts and then deliver them right to my house. I felt like I was putting her out. But then I decided, hey, it takes a village. What good is that village if you don’t accept help from the other residents?
The whole experience turned out to be a lot of fun. My friend came over Sunday and we worked on “gluing” the house together. Then the kids had a blast sticking all kinds of candy to it/eating a ton of candy. The house came out great. Not only did my daughter have a great time, but I had a blast seeing my friend again. I love her energy and enthusiasm. I was left with a glow of generosity and kindness. I could never have pulled this off without her help. It warmed the cockles of my heart and all that.
Because I was a little intimidated by the whole gingerbread house, I invited my friend Michelle and her daughter over to help join the fun. It was a good thing she came over because I needed her to push me out of my comfort zone a little. As we were making the icing for the house, I realized we didn’t have any eggs. Instead of trekking into town to the store, Michelle suggested that I ask a neighbor, a la 1950, if I could borrow some eggs.
The trouble was I had never met my neighbors! (I guess I’m not as social as I thought.) I said I couldn’t possibly go over there, introduce myself, and then beg for eggs, could I? That would be so weird! Well, Michelle talked me into marching over there. She even came with me so I didn’t chicken out, no pun intended. The end result was that I not only got a bunch of eggs, but I also met some really cool people who happen to raise chickens. (Who knew?!) Now I have someone to gift the dozens of cookies I’m getting in my first ever cookie swap tonight! I’ll be the one spreading holiday cheer, all because of that little push.
I am also thankful for my husband who has been indulging my need to up my Christmas ante. He’s getting into the spirit too. For the first time in years, we have decorations inside and outside our house. We spent Saturday afternoon putting lights and ornaments on a little pine tree in our yard. It looks awesome and no one lost their temper (for long) over tangled Christmas lights and muddy feet. He also hasn’t said a word about every decoration I keep bringing down from the attic for display. Why does one family of three, with no fireplace, have 12 stockings? And just how many snowmen can you put on the one shelf in the house?
It looks like the season is shaping up. I’ve been adding the holiday tunes to my Pandora station rotation. I’ve gone a little bonkers with teacher gifts this year because I just want to share the joy. I’m getting creative with that elf (with a lot of help from the hubs). Even though it still feels like a rushed, whirlwind of a season, I feel like I’m able to enjoy it this year. And that’s rubbing off on Zoey too. The other night at
stall time bed time, she said she wished Christmas was tomorrow. I said, why, because you’ll get presents? She said no, because I want all my family to be together. That was music to my ears.