I’m not one to do Christmas in a big way. In fact I can get quite tired of the holiday, which seems by turns tawdry, labor-intensive, and loaded. Since we don’t have children, there’s no pressure to create a memorable and magic Christmas, or to buy a lot of guilt-inducing gadgetry. I mostly stick to the humble and homespun kind of gift, like these lumpen loaves.
Still, I can get into the (self-created) pressures of the season as much as anybody. Something about the holidays hits all my “not enough” buttons.
So when someone said to me recently, “I think every day should be Christmas,” my immediate thought was something along the lines of “heck, no,” only saltier. But she was talking generosity, of course, not pressure and parties.
And this morning, when I woke up with a sense of excitement (even after all these years, like a kid!), I thought about that. What if every morning, we all woke up suffused with joy, anticipation, and love? What if every day was devoted to family and friends, and feeling so abundant that we share our gifts all around?
What if we kept the wonderment, the generosity, the magic—and lost the commercialism?
Then every day would be like Christmas.
I am thinking about keeping the spirit of Christmas alive all year long (and committing a random act of weirdness… yeah, that is an official acronym now… RAW) by keeping the antlers and red nose on my car. It makes it easy to find my car in a parking lot, but also it will remind me to be jolly and generous. I am also going to bake some bread this week. I plan to leave some on people’s doorsteps as a random act of kindness… RAK.
Sounds wonderfully goofy, Lisa!
Yum! that bread looks good!
My doorstep is at 151 S. Downey Ave, Hint, hint. 🙂
Good to know, Dan! =)