I think I may be on to something?!
After visits with my buddy Daniel I think I might be sneaking up on an understanding of why I get funky-grumpy-grouchy-anxious and irritable during the holidays. My coping center hits overload as I try to process my collection of Christmas junk from years gone by and the new stuff I have created in my adult years.
Bear with me - this "dear diary" entry will come in 4 parts I call todays:
Example #1 Why did the kids next door get more gifts than us?
I realize now that as a kid I had unrealistic expectations of what old St. Nick would leave for me under the tree. A new bike? the latest electric race car set? a new stereo? maybe even a "mini-bike" Never happened.
Don't get me wrong - my parents made sure we had a nice-reasonable set of gifts. Always at least 3-4 boxes, with a greeting written from Santa with handwriting that strangley looked just like our Moms?
They did the very best they could with the resources they had to work with!
I never did understand why the kids who lived next door got SO many more gifts than we did?! I recall asking my mom what that was all about - and she would just say thats just how it works out? I would fall asleep wondering "Had I done something to dissappointment Santa..you know "he sees you when you are sleeping - he knows when you are awake - he knows when you've been bad or good."
My dad was a warehouse manager and our mom watched other folks kids in our home. They had very limited resources but never lacked in love. I specifically recall a number of years being so excited when my dad came home with all the leftover goodies from the office party held at the furniture store for which he managed the warehouse.
All of our in-laws lived up in Minnesota so we never had a big Christmas with extended family all over the place - it was just my mom and dad, and my 2 sisters. It never felt or looked like the perfect Christmas described on TV?
As a kid I never fully understood why?
Tomorrow I will try to make a"dear diary" entry about: #2 the commercial-ick of Christmas,
Saturday #3 The sentimental perfect Christmas with chestnuts roasting over an open fire...
Sunday #4 The holy gets overshadowed
How about you? What stuff bubbles up in your life suring the holidays?
After visits with my buddy Daniel I think I might be sneaking up on an understanding of why I get funky-grumpy-grouchy-anxious and irritable during the holidays. My coping center hits overload as I try to process my collection of Christmas junk from years gone by and the new stuff I have created in my adult years.
Bear with me - this "dear diary" entry will come in 4 parts I call todays:
Example #1 Why did the kids next door get more gifts than us?
I realize now that as a kid I had unrealistic expectations of what old St. Nick would leave for me under the tree. A new bike? the latest electric race car set? a new stereo? maybe even a "mini-bike" Never happened.
Don't get me wrong - my parents made sure we had a nice-reasonable set of gifts. Always at least 3-4 boxes, with a greeting written from Santa with handwriting that strangley looked just like our Moms?
They did the very best they could with the resources they had to work with!
I never did understand why the kids who lived next door got SO many more gifts than we did?! I recall asking my mom what that was all about - and she would just say thats just how it works out? I would fall asleep wondering "Had I done something to dissappointment Santa..you know "he sees you when you are sleeping - he knows when you are awake - he knows when you've been bad or good."
My dad was a warehouse manager and our mom watched other folks kids in our home. They had very limited resources but never lacked in love. I specifically recall a number of years being so excited when my dad came home with all the leftover goodies from the office party held at the furniture store for which he managed the warehouse.
All of our in-laws lived up in Minnesota so we never had a big Christmas with extended family all over the place - it was just my mom and dad, and my 2 sisters. It never felt or looked like the perfect Christmas described on TV?
As a kid I never fully understood why?
Tomorrow I will try to make a"dear diary" entry about: #2 the commercial-ick of Christmas,
Saturday #3 The sentimental perfect Christmas with chestnuts roasting over an open fire...
Sunday #4 The holy gets overshadowed
How about you? What stuff bubbles up in your life suring the holidays?
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