“Bah, Humbug!” Ric snarls at me as I shake my head when he reaches for a box of candy canes to throw in our cart. We are both on diets, and the Moms have clearly stated to keep the sugary treats to a minimum.
“We don’t need them!” I do sound like Scrooge, and it’s a role I seem to play at Christmas, in an attempt to cull some of Ric’s over-enthusiasm for giving this time of year.
It wasn’t always this way. As a child, our Christmas morning meant waking up to a room full of presents. Santa was overly generous in those days. As an adult, my children’s father believed that one gift and a stocking was the preferred way to celebrate the season, so I had to do a lot of convincing to let Santa be a bit more giving. Then as a divorced Mom of three, with limited resources, I came to appreciate that Christmas was much more than gift giving, a lesson I try to convey to this spendthrift husband.
So, I cut back, and he’ll no doubt add a few surprises on the day itself, and somewhere in the midst of it all we’ll find a modicum of moderation and the joy it’s all aimed at achieving.
It has been an interesting week of thought-provoking responses, and I thank you all for taking time to be here:
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(Photo: A rare glimpse of Santa dining out.)