I haven’t sent out my holiday cards yet. I worked my ass off on writing the most amazing Christmas letter, and it lies languishing in cards; I’m glad I picked “Happy Holidays,” as it may end up being Valentine’s Day before they get where they are going. However, before 2011 kicks off later tonight, I wanted to share the crux of this year’s missive:
This year, the things I want are less tangible, less commercial, and decidedly more Christmas-y. I want peace and quiet. I want time to spend with my family and friends. I want to crochet without feeling guilty about all the laundry that is piled in front of the washer. I want long talks from my daughter, laughter from my son, a college essay or two from Isaac, and a movie with my husband. I want more coffee and conversation. And, although I know this one is a long shot, I really want for all the people with the “No Socialism” signs in their front yards to not have access to fire departments, roads, schools, police, and libraries. At the very least, I’d like for them to learn the difference between socialism and communism. This is supposedly the season of miracles, right?
So put down your credit cards. Turn off the radio and the television. Grab a kid, a mug of hot chocolate, and a marshmallow or two (or if you want the more goth version, grab a snowman peep and watch him melt in the hot chocolate). Pick up the phone and dial, don’t text. Call your mother. Try not to fight with your siblings. Cheat at Candy Land but only when your kid isn’t looking (hey, I’m nothing if not realistic). And if I happen to be on your Christmas list, buy me a cup of coffee and tell me a few stories. Just think…no box required.
Indeed, it is only the 31st, and I have already gotten four of the things on my list. Ron gave me movie tickets, and a promise to actually go with me. Matt made me laugh my ass off on Christmas day. I’ve been crocheting up a guilt free storm while I get through this cold/flu/elavil withdrawal, or whatever it is that has me sick. And last night, I got to have a long talk with my daughter as we ate wings and fries after her dance workshop.
I was a little curious as to why, all of a sudden, she seems to have her shit together. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised, as Aubrey is just as binary as I am, if not more so. She either is, or she isn’t, does or doesn’t. Once she makes up her mind, that’s it (okay, that officially makes her more binary than me, as I tend to waffle). So last night, as we talked about college choices, the competitive scholarship interview at Rockhurst, dance lessons, and Isaac, she said that one day she woke up, thought about all the time she wasted on Facebook games in the last year and a half, and realized that she didn’t want to waste her entire life playing video games. Hence the completed applications, essays, and stress over how to compensate for her not so stellar high school transcript.
So now I am on to the rest of my list. More time with family and friends, more coffee, and more conversation. I intend to at least have coffee with a different person every week, so if you haven’t heard from me in a while, say yes when I call. I know I can handle two hours a week, so that’s my number one New Year resolution. Now if I can just come up with 52 friends…
“We’re gonna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine, sit talking up all night, saying things we haven’t for a while.
We’re smiling but we’re close to tears, even after all these years, we just now got the feeling that we’re meeting
for the first time.”