I woke up far too early for a Sunday morning. I was mad.
My alarm was set for 8:00 – the perfect amount of time to shower and get ready for a 9:30 church service. But the clock said 6:28, and there was no hope of falling back to sleep.
So I spent the first moments of Sunday, December 9th, realizing that I am entirely and completely not ready for Christmas.
Yes, our tree is up. Yes, I went to the Christmas concert at my Alma Mater this weekend, and yes, it was “aesthetically pleasing in every way.”
Yes, I went to the first Christmas party of the season last night. Yes, I have already eaten too many cookies.
But did I decorate the tree? No, I was at work.
Did I sing in the concert? Yes, but it annoyed everyone around me. (Just kidding. I contained myself.)
Did I bake the cookies? No, I just consumed them.
Today will be the day I regain some holiday spirit.
First step: coffee. I am not addicted. It’s half-caff.
Church. I am not really in the mood. But I will say, every time I have dragged myself there, every time I have prayed that God would open my eyes, it has been worth it. (It doesn’t seem worth it now, in my cozy pajamas with the candles burning and the tree lit…)
String popcorn and cranberries. Unnecessary, you say? I think not.
FIGURE OUT WHAT I’M GIVING TO PEOPLE. Oh. my. gosh. I have no idea what I’m gonna do. My little brother is leagues better than I am at gifts – he’s been done for weeks. So annoying. The only gift I have is a sweater I made my other brother (that thing counts as so many gifts, I’m set for years.)
Lesson planning. NOOOOOO!!! But I’m thinking of working mostly on Christmas songs in Latin. The grammar school kids have been begging me, and I have a sneaky idea of making my high schoolers carol around the school. (What’s the point of power if you don’t use it?!)
Music. I’ve had enough of this everyday music junk I’ve been listening to. Bring on Messiah.
Prayer. Scripture. How can I be surprised things feel so harried and “un-Christmas-y” if I haven’t taken the time to soak up the moments?
And, last but not least, family. Working six days a week is okay when you like your job, but that doesn’t mean other things don’t suffer. I can’t wait to sit on the couch with my family and watch a Christmas movie. Maybe a little Bananagrams, if they think they’re up for the challenge.
Is it hard for everyone to take a breather and enjoy this time of year? People have told me for years that it “goes so fast,” they can’t believe it’s Christmas, etc. etc. I just hope I can grab a little bit of the calm and joy.