Ahh, Christmas…the word conjures up all of those evocative
memories of fires crackling in the fireplace (or, at our house, on the tv), the
tree all lit up with mounds of presents underneath, curled up on the couch in a
pair of warm socks with a good book in hand, while outside the snow falls
gently, creating a winter wonderland.
Nothing about piñatas, tamales, or 80 degree weather says Christmas
(to me). I think I’m in culture shock. Because I’ve spent the past couple of
weeks planning my kids Christmas, and only now am I realizing that I totally
don’t feel like it’s Christmas at all here. I’m not cold. I’ve received two
presents, and I’m trying to be a grown up about that, but man, I really like
presents! The Christmas music is all in Spanish, and Feliz Navidad is the worst
song ever. Externally, you could say that this is shaping up to be a rotten
Christmas.
Except it’s not, not really. I don’t want to make myself
sound better than I am, but this is the first time that I’ve gotten to put together
someone else’s Christmas, and I’m really excited. We organized what the kids
are going to eat (tacos and roast chicken and pudding-Christmas-y, right?) what
they’re going to do (make piñatas, dress up like princesses and watch Disney
movies) and I’m thrilled to watch their Christmas unfold. Not because I’m really
going to be partying-I’m going to be chasing them around and making sure no one
is being hit/made fun of/having their stuff stolen/being sat on/etc., but
because for the first time, Christmas really isn’t about me. It’s about them. They’re
going to have a great time, and I got to be part of making that happen. It’s
awesome.
So for all of you who are reading this blog, I hope you have
a great Christmas. Enjoy the snow (dramatic shudder), enjoy your presents, and
enjoy all of the blessings that God has put in your life. I’m going to be here,
enjoying the eight little blessings he’s put in mine, and making sure they have
a wonderful Christmas.
Merry Christmas!
Alisha
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