Otherwise known as HSSD. It’s a thing.
Ever feel inclined to just boycott Christmas and Thanksgiving altogether? No matter how hard you try, keeping everyone happy is an exercise in futility. The reason for the holiday gets lost in hectic activity.
I confess, my HSSD is acting up something fierce this year. I considered getting the flu just to get out of the insanity. While I can’t quite go that far, I am fighting hard to maintain some sense of balance. I want to celebrate with family, but the scheduling to try to make that happen is destroying any sense of celebration. My hero and I have decided that when our kids are grown, we will celebrate Christmas a week or two early so that the holiday itself isn’t so crowded for our kids. Christmas Day will be for us to be quiet and enjoy each other.
But for now, there is a lot of choosing going on. I have to choose to keep a positive focus so that the kids don’t stress. I have to choose which activities to prioritize. I have to choose not to be angry at his ex and her demands on the brown eyes which makes schedule planning sooo much more difficult. Lots of choices.
And as usual, my hero helps me stay centered. Last night with yet more demands on our time and kids going different directions, I was in tears. He brought home pizza and we shut our bedroom door and ate a sort of quiet dinner sitting on our bed, laughing at the baby and his happy little squeals. A little peace and sanity in the middle of the maelstrom. No demands, no expectations, just enjoying each other and a half hour of quiet.
And today, I choose peace. I choose joy. I choose to be still… and to focus on Jesus, who did NOT plan a huge fanfare or hectic busyness to announce His arrival among us. He slipped in quietly, surprising the cows and sheep with His occupation of their hay feeder. And the one public beacon announcing his birth, the Star… was silent. Heaven shouted for a moment, witnessed by a few astounded shepherds- and then all was calm and bright again.
May your Christmas be a reflection of the One we honor on that day- a glorious celebration of the King who came so silently, and who will come again very publicly. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!