Time Change. One of my favorite moments of the year because it’s a sign of things to come. Things like early darkness, (I find this incredibly cozy), colder weather (an even better excuse to sip more coffee), and the holidays.
It can also be a time to “fall back,” and re-evaluate and prepare for the upcoming excitement of all things homey, sparkling, and smelling of cinnamon spice.
I am a planner so I adore the list-making. Christmas cards. Gifts. Party Planning. Menus. Holiday goodies. Even a list for the grocery store to buy those ingredients you only buy once each year is special.
It’s easy to get caught up. Distracted. By the parties. By the sales. By the the things that don’t really matter.
This year I have decided to have an Intentional Christmas. This means I choose to intentionally set my own priorities. It seems that there are so many demands thrust upon me during this time of year:
Host this event. Send this many cards. Spend this much money on that person and that much money on this person. Bake treats for this and bring hot cocoa for that. Go caroling. Build a snowman. Buy cute Christmas frocks for my girls. And a partridge in a pear tree.
And then I wake up December 26. And it’s over. And I’m exhausted. And although we had a great time, sometimes it feels like I just finished running a marathon. It’s easy (and dangerous) to reduce Christmas to a series of lists.
My priorities are revealed in the places where my time and money are invested and this year I plan to make some adjustments.
I want to make sweet memories with my little ladies and my sensational husband (like letting little hands measure out all the ingredients to our traditional Buche de Noel even though it will take three times as long to make). I want to be a blessing to someone less fortunate than us (because I remember what joy this kindness has brought to our family through others when we needed it most). I want to teach my sweet girls the value of a thoughtful gift (and not merely a trinket haphazardly snatched from the Walmart holiday gift aisle).
I want to remember the birth of my King in the most intentional way that I can. My darling 4-year-old said to me last week, “Just forget about the presents, it’s really about a baby.” Perhaps I have demonstrated something right so far, but even so…
We are well on our way to the grand crescendo of Christmas and things are going to be delightfully different this year.