Yesterday, I arrived home late after a long day at work, around half past ten p.m & I was too tired for anything other than something simple to eat & then just fall into bed. Now it was not quite as I had imagened. There were boxes everywhere, Christmas music sounded & the Christmas tree was half assembled & looked more like a straw man. My youngest walked around with his guitar & sang something totally different than the christmas music that was on & my oldest son was practicing a new song that he had written. For a second, I felt an urge to turn around & book a room somewhere, to avoid the misery. I can these three gentlemen & I know how this usually ends. AND so it became, too…again.
The Christmas tree that was half assembled, had already been decorated with eight hundred Christmas baubles. Well, to make a loooong story short – all the empty boxes disappeared back to the attic, rubbish out in the bin, Christmas light & other decorations in place & a beautiful tree with a gold star at the top. AND we got a quiet & nice moment – even if it was in the middle of the night - with a hot cup of tea, sandwiches, lit candles & nice, peaceful Christmas music in the background. The funny thing is that we always end up in this chaos – it has become a tradition. All because someone can not learn to plan for this occasion. Or learn from previous years. It’s fortunate that love is strong & can survive almost anything.
Take care / Marie