What do you want for Christmas? I think I know what is on my list.
I don’t want the latest techie doomaflachie. Contradictory to malls across America I don’t want perfume or lingerie. I don’t want dear hubby to go to Jared for five golden rings. I definitely don’t want slippers like every department store deems we moms do. I don’t want any kitchen gadgetry. I don’t want four calling birds, three French hens, two turtledoves, or even a partridge nor the pear tree that it is said to come with. Come to think of it – I don’t want a tangible thing.
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I simply want time. Time to waste. Time to reflect. Time to appreciate the things I do have. Time to spend with my three sweet blessings. Time with my dear husband who I am beyond blessed to also call my best friend, and since I am Mommy and all, I guess I want time to kiss Santa Claus. He’d choose me over the seasick crocodile, because I don’t have termites in my smile and my heart is not a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots. I’ve been an awful good girl so I hope he hurries down the chimney.
I want the time Bing Crosby croons about when our “faithful friends gather near to us once more.” I want time to clean up my house without interruption or defeat setting in. I want time to watch mindless fluff on the tube like Frosty the Snowman as he’s a jolly, happy soul, and I want to spend more time with folks like him and Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer, because that guy will go down in history. I would love time to try roasting chestnuts on an open fire even if Jack Frost is nipping at my nose.
I want time to ride in a one-horse open sleigh o’er hills laughing all the way and time to hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing and ring, ting, tingleing, too. I’d love to hear Christmas time in the city and the ring-a-ling of the silver bells there, and to sing out to folks on the city sidewalks, busy sidewalks asking, “Do you hear what I hear?” And to tell those folks to pray for peace, people everywhere, because He will bring us goodness and light. As the Little Drummer Boy declared, I have no gift that’s fit to give our King, but I know he smiles at me.
I want time when there’s not a single second of the day’s docket planned. I want a silent night, holy night, and a night where I can sleep in heavenly peace – every night. My resolution is to use time more often to not worry so much but to be grateful that all is calm and all is bright. After Christmas, I also want time to properly un-deck these halls – both literally and figuratively speaking.
Good tidings for Christmas, and a happy new year to you, dear reader. It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Make a new year’s resolution to make every day more like Christmas, and together we’ll make time to take time in 2014. May all your days be merry and bright!