Okay, everybody knows that holdiays are a time for family drama.
But for the most part, there is one peaceful holiday and the other is a toss-up. We won’t discuss New Year’s. My family is just too big to ever not have some kind of THEATER going on. And most of them don’t even drink around each other, so that’s saying a lot.
In an effort to avoid the Black Friday/Cyber Monday hoopty-doo, my friend and I took our seven-year-old daughters to Disney for a few days after Thanksgiving. On the trip down, we discussed the same things that everyone says about the holidays- that you jump through all these hoops of making other people happy and THIS year – darn it – THIS year we’re going to cut back and not say yes to so many things. We’re going to drive around town and look at Christmas lights and chill out at home with hot cocoa – like, more than once. We’ll bake cookies not as an event, but because it’s a fun thing to do. Period. And if crazy Aunt Sherry is the only one who doesn’t it like them, do we make other cookies for her even though we’re dead on our feet, have a stack of laundry taller than the washer and have volunteered at the school all afternoon and had Christmas performances and Blah, Blah, Blah.
No. She’ll just have to make her own cookies. OR can we call someone else to make them? Hmmm. There’s a thought. Do we take cookies to the fireman? Don’t they deserve the cookies more than ungrateful Aunt Sherry? Gracious. A dilemma and we haven’t even gotten there yet. But one thing we did decide was that everyone’s Christmas happiness doesn’t rest on our shoulders. Right? Agreed.
Nice Girl cast member clears her throat and says, “Again, folks. Please move to the end of the row. Don’t make me come up there and help you move. That would be very UN-Magical.” My friend and I – and half the theater- burst out laughing. The grouchy people finally moved and the theater was briskly filled – Disney style and the show began, with harmonicas and foot-stomping happiness.
For the rest of the trip, we had a new word to describe what we were facing- something was either Magical or UN-Magical. When it rained off and on for five hours and we froze our butts off – UN-Magical. Getting to stay for a Mickey Christmas party and seeing Disney snow while Christmas music pumped through the speakers, eating ice cream while my friend’s daughter with severe food allergies has no trouble finding food (EVEN DESSERT!) she can eat the whole trip?
So, we have decided that when planning Holiday festivities, we shall keep this in mind. Maybe even call it, The Magical Mindset. Hmmm… Maybe that Disney guy was onto something.