Well, last Friday should have been Drew's turn, but I got him to school late. Today we were a little late again. (I think Jared did it today, Sara!) So I'm not sure but what he has missed his chance for good. But anyway, I went inside to check with his teacher on something else and all the kids were streaming to the gym for a high school band concert. So I was surprisingly serenaded with O Holy Night and a comical version of Twas the Night Before Christmas while Drew sat happily beside me and Jake chewed on a giant wad of bubble gum and grinned at Aunt Eva Jean who sat beside us. It was a pretty decent start to any Monday, you gotta admit.
On the way home from a ball game last night (who knew third grade basketball could be so fun?) we stopped at a gas station where I plopped some Rolos on the counter.
"Chocolate fix?" the clerk asked me.
"Yep." And it was. A thoroughly emotional choice as I wasn't even hungry.
"Whatever it takes," he said kindly.
And I thought, whatever it takes indeed.
See, I didn't have any trouble getting into the Christmas spirit this year. I've felt thoroughly magic clear to my toes since November 1. Surprisingly, though, my budget wasn't feeling quite as Christmasy as me and hasn't been giving as generously as I would have liked. It's like the economy is going under or something, although I'm sure that's not true. So although it's been Christmas for weeks around here, December 25th has managed to plummet towards me like a giant snowball under which I feel I will soon be flattened. I have way too much shopping left to do considering it is December 15th.
And so, finally I'm beginning to wonder if perhaps Christmas is, like, too commercial or if perhaps the stores prey on our holiday spirit to get us to buy more, or if maybe - and this is a shot in the dark here - maybe there is a little something going on with the economy. And all this threatens - like the giant snowball itself - to undo all of the happiness that Charlie Brown and Michael W. Smith have thus far established.
So I say, whatever it takes. I sit in the quiet at night in front of my lighted tree. I listen to Christmas music nonstop from a variety of sources so you don't get - you know - "Jingle Bells backwards!" (Name that movie). And I eat Rolos when I don't really need them.
An old friend of mine had an awesome Facebook status recently, "I'm glad the King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger, in all our trials born to be our friend." That was all it took that moment. And I was so thankful for it. I refuse to let Christmas bowl me over. It's way too easy to pause and finally get it. You just gotta find what it takes.