Attempted Moderation

“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:

Reena Saxena
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See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

(Photo: A rare glimpse of Santa dining out.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

9 thoughts on “Attempted Moderation

  1. Christmas is a tricky time of year to balance the need of materialism to express love or one’s loving presence in the festivities. That fuzzy Santa seems to be enjoying a wonderful meal after his gift giving. 🙂

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