Around age 9 I began a battle with demand/resistance. My passion for all things school related started a retreat as I perceived more and more required of me. When what I WANTED to do became what I SHOULD do, the fight was on.
That struggle escalates during this time of year. Way before fall colors fade, marketing campaigns yank us right into the must-have’s and must-do’s of Christmas. Thanksgiving seems almost an afterthought. Oops! Can’t forget to sit down with family to eat, say grace, as plans are finalized to invade the stores for the requirements for the perfect decor, perfect gifts, perfect attire for the perfect hosts.
Don’t misunderstand. (I think) the treasured traditions can still be practiced, the reason for the season can still be honored in the hustle and bustle promoted by business. I don’t want the SHOULDS of commercialism to crack and crumble the foundations of our celebrations and steal the joy of inspired living year round.
Homes filled with mirth,
Telling sweetest stories,
Memories old and new.
And from me to you,
Sharing Christmas joys of immeasurable worth.
Procrastination is a battle strategy in the demand/resistance war, so the tree and candles are not out of the storage closet yet. But Christmas music has been playing in my house for weeks. And I have listened to the precious recording of the conversation between me and my son as we decorated the tree and unpacked the nativity set. He was 2 1/2 years old. Even if the usual decorations don’t appear until Christmas Eve, the spirit is alive in the Lee abode.
This was submitted for the December 30, 2015 issue of my hometown paper, the Prospect-News, in Doniphan, MO.