I was thinking about this as I watched my wife (yet again) go through all the motions of decorating our home for Christmas very stressed. It all just seems like more work than enjoyment.
When I was a kid I remember my grandmother baking cookies with her Christmas apron on, carols on the player, and the house filled with the warmth of the season. Of course I was a kid and didn’t see it all correctly, but it looked like she was having a lot more fun than my wife and most everyone else I know these days.
It seems like life in general is more rushed and stressful than in decades past. I hate it.
We will get the house all dolled up and then when Christmas is over, there’s this huge sigh as we look at packing it all up and getting it back into the attic — again!
It all kind of ruins the season for me. I long to sit by the glow of the tree with a pint and a pipe and soak it all in. But it seems like those times never come. It’s all rush, rush, rush.
Anybody else relate to this?
When I was a kid I remember my grandmother baking cookies with her Christmas apron on, carols on the player, and the house filled with the warmth of the season. Of course I was a kid and didn’t see it all correctly, but it looked like she was having a lot more fun than my wife and most everyone else I know these days.
It seems like life in general is more rushed and stressful than in decades past. I hate it.
We will get the house all dolled up and then when Christmas is over, there’s this huge sigh as we look at packing it all up and getting it back into the attic — again!
It all kind of ruins the season for me. I long to sit by the glow of the tree with a pint and a pipe and soak it all in. But it seems like those times never come. It’s all rush, rush, rush.
Anybody else relate to this?