Traditionally Weary–Because it’s Christmas!

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As the year draws to a close and December creeps in I have to fight the urge to approach Christmas armed with lists. Lists that come with feeding people, gifting people, organizing people, cleaning things for people and having people in my home.

This year I’m asking myself:

What gift do I need to give to myself so that this season remains a gift to the people in my home and who come to my home?

I’m thinking about the gifts of grace, time, rest, balance and fun. The gift of remembering that imperfections can put people at ease, and reminding myself how I feel around people and homes that appear perfect (hint: self-focused and generally crummy).

I need to remember that my family catches whatever attitude I  set. So if I’m all overwhelmed and worried and frantic and barking, then I shouldn’t be surprised when everyone else is too.

I’m letting some things slide this year, so that Christmas is more enjoyable for all of us.

This year for the first time in my life, drumroll please…we have a pretend Christmas tree.


No one ever told me a pre-lit, pretend tree looks great out of the box in about 3.5 minutes.

I almost cried once it was up. Somehow every year, I end up being the person who puts the lights on the tree and the person who makes hot chocolate and or chili while the tree is going up–because it’s a tradition.

I’m also the person who takes everything off the tree and packs it away–not because no one will help, but usually I get the urge while everyone is back in school and away–another tradition.

The gift of a pretend tree this year takes away a lot of work for me and leaves nothing but enjoyment! No needles, no guilt because it’s not being watered, no smell of evergreen (I didn’t say it was all great).

Somehow over the past twenty years, some fun traditions have turned me into a slave. Feeling like a slave to a Christmas tradition is a major red & green flag. The very moment a tradition exhausts, guilts or overwhelms me, is the moment I need to evaluate it. Christmas isn’t about traditions, it’s about life and hope and wonder.

This is my gift to myself.

Not because I longed for a fake tree, I simply longed for less rush.

Sometimes giving a gift to yourself has a cost to others. Our youngest is thirteen. After the fake tree was up for a few days he gave it a weird look out of the side of his eye and asked “when are we REALLY gonna get our tree?”.

The truth is, he would prefer a real tree.

The truth is, I would prefer a real tree.

The truth is, we would both prefer elves come in and decorate and cook and clean for us for the rest of the year.

I’m not going to fall into the trap of thinking that I’m going to emotionally scar my son because we don’t have the exact same kind of Christmas tree we’ve always had. It’s okay. Christmas isn’t about the tree–and I’m reinforcing that truth by changing it up.

A happy, rested mom is much better for him than seeing a real tree in the corner surrounded by a pile of needles I feel guilty about not cleaning up.

I know this is the season when the weary world rejoices. But we don’t have to choose to be perpetually weary and worn out. It just seems wrong to wear ourselves out for Christmas Tradition sake.

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  1. Tracey Crosby says

    For the past 8 years I have been pretty sure our real tree makes us all cough and sneeze for the first 2 weeks it’s in the house. Good times.

  2. Kim Bailey says

    For the first time, we picked out our tree….at Lowes! It’s still real, but we couldn’t find the time to go cut one down ourselves…my 13 yr old had the toughest time of this non-traditional way of getting our tree! But, it’s up, decorated, and it’s our favorite one ever! Who knew?

  3. Shannon Hale says

    I’m right there with you, but in reverse. We’ve had an artificial, pre-lit tree for many years, but, after an agonizing Thanksgiving day mystery hunt for the burnt out bulb that was causing a black hole in the center of our lovely tree, we donated it to charity. In my Christmas fantasy, this was going to be the year! We would make a day of it and form a family memory by cutting down that perfect, live tree.

    Only, my husband and two teens were NOT buying into the idea. After several emotional talks with God, I came to the same conclusion you did. It’s not about the traditions, and it’s not about being bound to the “perfect” Christmas ideal. It’s about peace in my home.

    So, peace for us meant I went and picked out that magical tree-at Hobby Lobby’s half-off sale. This one is even easier to put up than our last one, and I’m a lot easier to live with for giving this one up to God.

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