Having grown up in a strangely agnostic family, Christmas has come to mean only three things to me: presents, the family gathering in a single house, and dinner.
Presents are shiny things in wrapping paper that for whatever reason haven’t been truly exciting since I was old enough to be carried on Mom’s hip. Since those days of youthful wonder and delight have passed, presents only mean undue stress, especially in the areas of finance and time management. This year, I bypassed that stress by asking my family to donate to a charity instead of buying me a gift. In return, I plan on making donations to a few choice charities in the names of each of my family members. Sounds like quite an endeavor, but I’m hoping to make it a tradition every year. I can’t explain how much less stressful Christmas has been this year without having to worry about what gifts to buy everyone and knowing that I won’t have to fake delight at the presents I receive. Instead, I know that the money previously spent on candles I will never use or makeup I will never wear will go to a charity that is doing wonderful work in the community and the world.
The family gathering in a single house is the part of Christmas I enjoy the most. I love being around everyone, (once I get past their questions about why I’m not in a relationship and/or bearing their grandchildren, nieces, or nephews yet) and I love playing cards and just chatting about the year with people I don’t get to see as often as I would like. My grandparents, especially, are my favorite people to be around at Christmas. I enjoy their stories, their life, and their love. I love knowing they have lived through so much and have so much wisdom to impart. I cherish everything they tell me, and Christmas is especially great for stirring up their memories and listening to them telling great stories and tales. Grandma’s house is a bit small, but everyone fits and we all have a great time. Every so often an argument might pop up, but for the most part, we all get along and smiles and laughter are upon everyone’s lips. Those are the Christmases I enjoy the most. The house is never without the sound of someone laughing and the joy shines brighter than the lights on Grandma’s tiny tinsel-smothered artificial tree.
Lastly, Christmas is all about the dinner. This year, Grandma is deviating from the staple turkey and ham and making meatloaf instead. I can’t wait! Meatloaf is one of my favorite things to eat, and my grandma’s is actually great. I joke about my family not being the greatest cooks in the world (and they really aren’t, but we get by) but grandma’s meatloaf is really good. My mother makes her delicious desserts, and I’ll bring my much-requested hash brown casserole. I’ve also volunteered myself to make green beans, and I’m’ going to surprise everyone with some red velvet sandwich cookies. I’m most excited about making those cookies. I can’t wait to see everyone’s surprise at the decadent and tasty little treats!
Dinner also poses a big problem at Christmas: I always want to overeat. This year, I’m determined to manage myself a lot better than years past. I need to stick to my goal of losing 100 pounds by next April. I’ve come so far, I can’t give up and let it all go to waste just because of a holiday! So everyone stay strong and think of your goals instead of how tasty grandma’s cooking is! J