The perfect Christmas.
Is there such a thing?
The world tells is there is, and it also says we should do everything in our power to achieve one.
I used to believe it existed, and I was the one responsible for creating it for our family. Talk about pressure!
Maybe I compared our Christmas to others’ Christmases and ours always fell short. There weren’t as many gifts under our tree, my cookies weren’t as pretty, and my house was never as elaborately decorated as others’.
Maybe I thought the more I did, the more perfect it would be. So, I would strive and strive and the result? I ended up exhausted. And, possibly I had unrealistic expectations of what Christmas was and should be.
Christmases as a child were simple, yet they were always filled with wonder and awe. Mom and Dad didn’t have a ton of money, but they made Christmas special each year. The memories of those by-gone holidays bless me. I wonder why I thought as an adult Christmas needed to be any different?
Christmas doesn’t have to be perfect to be memorable. In fact, the ones we tend to remember the most are those that were imperfect.
An imperfect Christmas is a memorable Christmas.
I remember in 2nd Grade coming home from school the week of Christmas with Chicken Pox. I passed it on to my brothers and we were all sick on Christmas. As you can imagine, that wasn’t such a perfect Christmas, but it’s one that stands out in my mind yet today.
I also remember the year my brother and I found our Christmas gifts hidden in our family’s basement. We didn’t stumble up on them, no. We were actively looking for them. Christmas morning wasn’t the same that year as we knew what was inside those beautifully wrapped red and green packages. No perfect Christmas existed that year either, yet it’s one I certainly haven’t forgotten.
And, I recall just a handful of years ago when I dumped over our Christmas tree. The sound of it crashing to the floor is a sound I had never heard before, nor have I heard since. It was awful. Tears followed. I just knew I had broke our artificial tree, not to mention some precious ornaments. But, we picked up the tree, set it back in its stand, threw away the broken ornaments, and no one but us four knew any different. Somehow that memorable event continues to get mentioned each year, but now with laughter and smiles.
Friend, how about you? What are some of the most memorable Christmases you’ve experienced? When you think back, which Christmas has a funny or crazy experience attached to it that you still remember vividly today?
An imperfect Christmas is sometimes the best Christmas.
I’d love to read about your most memorable imperfect Christmas. I invite you to share below, or at least answer it for yourself privately.
Maybe it’s time to look at all of this a little differently. Maybe in reality, the perfect Christmas is the one in which we remember the most years later… in all its imperfectness.
Let’s look at Christmas with fresh eyes this season. Let’s embrace the imperfect, and rejoice in the simple. May we smile at what appears to “ruin” Christmas, and stop comparing and striving and doing more than we need to do. May this realization this season guide us a little closer in rediscovering the wonder of Christmas.
Join me in embracing an imperfect Christmas this year.
The heart of Christmas isn’t about all this stuff anyway, is it? Really, Christmas itself is already perfect no matter what we do or don’t do. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.
Thanks for hanging out with me here. See you tomorrow!