We’ve got the white stuff on the ground, so I don’t need to wish for that.
The tree is up, decorated, lit.
Plans are being made and finalized, gifts are being bought.
Holiday parties are being attended and children are getting antsy.
And still, I’m longing for a simpler thing.
Part of my personal holiday traditions is to make a certain amount of gifts for friends and family alike. Some people get home-made, some get purchased. It all depends on what kind of time-line I have, whether I think they’ll be delighted or insulted by a hand-made gift, and how much I give a crap about them.
Yeah, I’ve gotta care to give you something I made with my two-own.
My OtherHalf’s cousin and his wife send little gifts to us every year from Japan. They take the time, and the effort to pick up little things – things that probably don’t cost that much over there, but are heartfelt adored and enjoyed by my children here. To me, that merits some giving-a-crap. So this year, I’m making them a package of things. For their little boy, who just turned 1 in September, I’m sending this: I’ve made name plaques for my nieces before, and now I’ve made one for cousin Luke, complete with “lucky cricket”. I just hope Miho (Luke’s mama) likes it!
I’m also going to be getting some little “North Dakota” things for George and Miho themselves. There are stores here that sell “Made in North Dakota” stuff, so I’ma go there to find them some things from “home”.
There are other projects in the works, but they’re not finished yet, so I don’t want to post them. There are also a couple of things I’m working on that are going to people that read this thing, so I don’t want them to find out early what they’re getting! (Sparrow! No peeking!)
I told a family member the other day that I wish, just for one year, that we could do an old-fashioned Yule-type holiday. That we would only make presents for one another. You want to give me something? Make me something. A drawing, a story, a plate of cookies, or some other type of hand-made thing.
I’m tired of always hearing that more expensive means it’s better, right?
I’m tired of trying to constantly make sure that all the children are having approximately the same amount spent on each of them. Sometimes, it just doesn’t come out fair.
And I’m tired of being judged by certain people on how much gets spent for the holiday on them. How much money I spend doesn’t necessarily reflect how much I care. Sometimes, it’s about the time I spent, not about how much I spent.
Sometimes, less is better.