It’s the majestic tableau of an American family. The tree has been chosen. Little drummer boy pipes in through invisible speakers. A family of four wearing sweaters covered in snow flakes, reindeer, and snowmen sways to the music with cups of cocoa covered in tiny marshmallows around a 10 foot tree draped in color coordinated ornaments.
And enter reality:
It’s a tableau I was never that interested in recreating. Real trees are dirty. Not to mention, with kids and animals, dangerous. Nothing could ruin Christmas better than a needle in the eye. And sweaters? I’m itching and sweating just thinking about it. I love knowing that this exists in some homes, I am just not that sad it isn’t mine.
The monkey house tableau looks like this. We have a silver tree. It’s draped in orange lights because I like the combo. I’m not allowed to touch the lights because stubby hubs hunk says I don’t do it right. We all have the things that we are particular about and I don’t really care. Plus he’s good at it. Now being the shortest person in the family with nubs for arms my best place is on the couch. With a glass of wine. Watching. This is my favorite part of Christmas. Watching my three favorite people work on a project together. Hearing them as they walk down memory lane remembering where this ornament or that one came from. Every so often asking me if the goose or the bug made this one.
These are my people. We are well. We are happy. We are together. That’s what Christmas should look like. I hope this year everyone can take a deep breath and remember what you have and let go of what it looks like. In the light of gratitude we all have a majestic tableau.