I think I may have finally caught the spirit of Christmas, or anyway the mood of holiday traditions. (I’d like to think I have the spirit of Christmas year-round, but I definitely am not always in the mood to buy gifts, bake, and decorate.) We already have so much stuff that until today, I just couldn’t bring myself to get excited about acquiring more. In particular, we have what could seem like too many toys, but since Santa and I have always been good at choosing quality toys with lasting play value (doll house! play kitchen! Lincoln Logs! Playmobil! Legos! dolls! wooden blocks! wooden trains! dress-ups!) and also since my kids actually do play with what we have and seem to enjoy it (not every day, but somewhat regularly) I don’t really want to get rid of what we have. But I also don’t feel like acquiring more.
But on the other hand, my kids will only be kids once (I hope) and I do want them to have the magic of fun new toys on Christmas. So I think I’ve finally gotten in the Christmas mood. I just hope December 7th is not much too late to start. (It shouldn’t be. Isn’t three-or-so weeks a year enough of my life to give to making Christmas happen?)
At least in a few years my kids will probably just want electronic devices or cash, which in a way will be easier–or at least it will take up less storage space.
How to fall into the internet:
I keep emails marked “unread” if I will need to take some action on them, and right now I have more than four hundred in my inbox. Yesterday I set out to boldly do some inbox weeding. I started with the oldest email in the box, which was an email notification of a Facebook comment someone had left on my old mission companion’s page, about a year ago. I knew the commenter from my mission, as well, and had meant to send a friend request.
So I went ahead and did that, and it took me about 20 minutes to compose a two-paragraph message in broken French, including looking up the Alt codes for accent grave and cé cédille, etc. (I haven’t heard back from the requestee. I hope she’s just not online much, or doesn’t remember me, rather than that she hates me.)
Then I wondered how my old mission companion was doing, since I haven’t heard from her for a while, so I checked her Facebook page, but it didn’t look like she’d been on there recently. But I did see a comment she’d made a while ago to another mutual acquaintance from our mission, about a book that the acquaintance had written. At the acquaintance’s Facebook page she had a publicly-viewable link to her book blog, where I read a long-ish article in French about which parts of modern Halloween come from the Celtic festival of Samhain. (I understood about 85% of the article, or maybe a little more than that.) Then I read a summary of her book, which is about a Gaul in pre-Roman Belgium, and then I watched a trailer for the book on YouTube.
(And for all that, I think my mission companion was actually talking about a newer book than this one.)
And then, oh look, nearly two hours had passed, and I had deleted one email from my inbox.
I think the moral is that curiosity isn’t compatible with a simplified, streamlined life.
(You could also correctly gather that I hadn’t yet caught the Christmas spirit yesterday. Since I’ve supposedly caught it now, I’m not sure why I’m here talking about stuff on my blog instead of doing Christmas-readying. Let’s call it festive! Festive talking-about-stuff.)
Update, 2012: I just noticed a little spike in blog traffic. and it turned out to be people looking for Christmas bunnies. Now I feel a little bad, because apparently I didn’t give the source of the image, and I don’t even know where I got it, now. Oops.