My Dad was Father Christmas.
Christmas was magic. We didn’t get the kind of toys you would see in the Sears Christmas catalog. My Mom
created amazing dolls and stuffed animals with her brilliant sewing skills. My Dad gave us unexpected and beautifully wrapped presents — like the year I got supplies for a darkroom (at about age eight).
But there were magical lights and trees and packages (many in the mail from our grandparents). I still need the magic — so help me with your ideas.
My (third) husband and I had our first Christmas with a free tree from a lot on Christmas Eve and wrapped favorite books as our only presents. But I have a lifetime of decorations going back to my grandparents and not enough trees for them all.
My husband and I agree that our old books, and new books, and local antique store finds are really too much this year. But how do I cope with my ingrained need for the magic of lights and decorations. It’s all here (I don’t need to buy a thing). But it still seems like too much — even though it’s ingrained in my soul.
Any thoughts/perspectives on Christmas magic? My father said that even if Jesus was a ‘real boy’, that his historic memory, including good thoughts for humanity, are worth celebrating his birthday.
p.s. — already donated a few special items to Toys for Tots. And will have more than a few dozen eggs for our food bank.