I love decorating my house for the Holidays. There’s something special about the way the decorations bring a lighthearted and hopeful feeling into each room.
This year is going to be a very different one for me. For the first time since my oldest two children were born we will be apart at Christmas. We’ve shared some great memories in this house, including running out of oil (which means no heat) on Christmas morning.
The timing of the holiday combined with vacation eligibility (or lack there of) as well as the high cost of travel forced us to come to the conclusion that this year we would not be able to be together. In the grand scheme of things, it’s a minor inconvenience and I guess in some ways it’s probably a sign of times to come.
We’re entering that transitory stage in life where my kids are building their own lives, and so too shall I continue to build mine.
I have to confess that I debated with myself about whether or not to decorate this year given the fact that we won’t all be together. When it came right down to it though, I couldn’t bear the thought of a stockingless mantel at Christmas-time.
My youngest son won’t actually admit it, but I think he would have been secretly disappointed if I had chosen not to decorate.
Regardless of whether or not we’re all under the same roof to celebrate during this time of year, our love for each other runs strong and deep. It seems to me, that’s what the holidays are really about.