Monday, December 16, 2013

Christmas in Flux...

Well, unless something *else* blows up, it looks like we'll be spending Christmas in our new house.


We're scheduled to close on the new house a week from today. Given that pretty much everything else that has been involved with this whole process has gone wrong, been substantially altered, or otherwise not gone as expected/planned, I am taking absolutely nothing for granted until AFTER it happens. And even then I'm a little on the nervous side.

So, two days before Christmas we'll be moving into the new house. Yeah, doesn't leave a lot of time for decorating the tree or hanging stockings, especially considering that we more than likely won't even have *found* the stockings in the pile of boxes by Christmas. Granted, I'll have the gift I really want - a reunion with my family - but for the kids, used to more "traditional" Christmases, it will be quite the change of pace.

My sister said something to me that really hit home. She was having lunch with Mom G., who confided that she was surprised to see me go. Apparently my sister - a high-powered Boston attorney - is the one my folks expected to leave the area, not me. Still not sure how to take that, either as a good thing, as they viewed me as the more stable, dependable one; or as a bad thing, that they never thought I'd get out of my rut.

In any case, this will be the first Christmas, ever, that I haven't been at my folks on Christmas Day. Mom G. is still coming to grips with that concept, the idea that we'll be calling on Christmas rather than coming over. For the kids, it will also be a much different Christmas; the traditional Christmas feast they've come to anticipate will be replaced by a smaller one. This would be a good time to start some new Christmas traditions, I think.

A good friend of mine called me up a few weeks ago. He'd heard about my new job and impending move, and wanted to congratulate me. He ribbed me about waiting until I was in my 40s to really "leave home", and there's a good deal of truth to that comment. Living in the same town for more than 40 years tends to limit one's world view, and I'm glad that I - and my family - are getting the chance to broaden our horizons.

This Christmas will be different, that's for certain, but I don't think it will be any better - or worse - than previous years.

That is all.


libertyman said...

Jay, you will talk about this Christmas for years, and the perspective it will give you has an inestimable value.
Best of luck and best wishes!

David W. said...

Christmas day, for as long as I can remember (which really isn't that long, I'm 22) my dad, my brother, my uncle, my uncles kids, and my aunts kids, all go shooting.

It's a pretty cool tradition. Not many people can say that after breakfast and opening presents you get to smell gunpowder on a fine snowy morning.

RabidAlien said...

Definitely a great opportunity to start some new traditions (although I don't recommend the 'tradition' of eating Christmas dinner at the local buffet palace. Trust me.)!!! You can always pick up some cheap(ish) decorations/stockings/pre-lit trees at Target or somewhere similar, stash them and do a quick setup after the kids are asleep Christmas eve, give them a pleasant surprise to wake up to.

Mopar said...

Christmas in a new home in a free state. Great job, great family, good health. You've got everything you need, and most of what you want. Sounds like your family hit the jackpot for Christmas this year. Enjoy.

Mopar said...

Oh, and I knew it was only a matter of time before you moved; but I really thought it was just going to be a few miles to the north.

Stretch said...

Have you left your forwarding address with Santa? Can't forget that!

Anonymous said...

When my Dad was a small boy and growing up in the depression era. He spoke of getting an orange, or an apple, maybe a loaf of homemade bread and maybe a homemade shirt, pants or socks and that was it. Of course I was also told "And, I was thankful." Knowing now what I didn't know then was, like most kids, he probably wasn't that thankful and maybe just slightly ungrateful. That's human nature.

When I was younger and Grandma asked what I wanted for Christmas, the request was always for a loaf of her homemade bread. It meant I could enjoy her homemade bread without sharing if I wanted.

Many years ago, I moved across the state for a job, I was scheduled to work those first few Christmases as you do when you are involved in EMS (like AD) and you haven't much in seniority. I never gave much thought to Christmas in those days. I was lucky enough to have a girlfriend that cared to buy me a small fake tree.

As an atheist, I don't celebrate a traditional form of Christmas other than a tree, so this little tree for my small 750 sq ft one-bedroom house was more than enough. As time went on, I spent time with my girlfriend at her house where she always set out a larger tree, the usual decorations, etc. and because of this, I just stopped setting my own tree up even though it can fit into a paper box without disassembly. When my parents began to experience medical problems and I decided to move back closer to home, I stored my tree at their house.

About 3-years ago this month Dad had a small stroke and with the trip to the Emergency Room via ambulance, the follow-up doctors appointments (who wanted to wait until January) and trying to coordinate a sisters flight who was coming in from Texas, the traditional family tree was overlooked. Mom being the traditionalist was very upset by all of this and began to cry for not having a tree.

I went and retrieved my tree out of storage and set it up on the table as a centerpiece. I then set a orange, an apple, and a loaf of homemade bread around the tree (made by my other sister) along with a plate of cookies. Of course Mom cried, but thanked me anyway. The tree stayed on the table until the first of February as Mom wouldn't allow for it to be taken down. It was finally removed and re-boxed when the sister from Texas, who also masquerades as an accountant began helping the folks with the annual taxes. That following May (2011) after a bout of pneumonia and two heart attacks Mom passed away.

The little tree is sitting in the living room at my home with an apple and orange under it and maybe in a day or two a loaf of homemade bread. This is all of the symbolism of Christmas I need.

May peace and joy find you and your family no matter where you are this season, the same for all who visit this blog.

Goodbye and Goodnight