‘Tis The Season
WHAT A MONTH.
Okay so every year there’s this expectation vs. reality for me each December. Like my expectation is that it will snow and Santa is real and all of my free time will be spent making the most precious holiday crafts while I wait for the most perfect Christmas cookies to finish baking. I always plan on gallivanting around the city soaking up Celebration in the Oaks and the light display at The Roosevelt. And then there are the parties. I go hard in the Friend-MAS’s.
Then reality sets in, I instead find that in the last few years as a theatre teacher the first to weeks are filled with rehearsal and my annual Holiday production, then first semester exams and then I always, ALWAYS, get crazy sick somewhere in between. Seriously, this year it was strep immediately followed by a sinus infection, last year it was bronchitis, and the year before that was strep. Between working with 700 teenagers and ascending to peak stress level, December is essentially the bacterial equivalent of El Nino for a teacher.
BUT there’s a calm after this storm, WINTER BREAK. Finally a chance to fulfill my holiday dreams! And it’s finally almost here. Exams are almost over. And boy do I make some plans for winter break.
Except life is funny and life doesn’t care about your plans. My mom has been battling some pretty crazy health issues and Nick has to have surgery to remove a mass from near his brain only days before Christmas.
And the icing on the cake: I couldn’t even get my dogs to cooperate for a Christmas card photo.
I’ve been running around non-stop trying to squeeze all the Christmas that I possibly can everyday this week to insure that he is all holiday seasoned before his surgery. It’s also been a great distraction for me because I’m not going to lie it’s all so terrifying. I mean it. I try to shake it off but there’s something so scary about surgery. The anesthesia, the recovery the what if the doctor sneezes while hes holding a scalpel that close?? And I’m not even the one going under the knife!
The only pro to his week long recovery will be that he’ll be stuck in one spot so I’ll have someone to watch my entire anthology of Christmas films! Should we start with a classic? A comedy? Jk, We’ll probably just watch Home Alone 17 times.
On a serious note, just thinking about the two most important people in my life suffering, especially during Christmas, just kills me.
Yet, I still have so much to be thankful for.
I will have a whole week with Nick while he recovers, which never happens because of his crazy schedule. I will have two weeks off of work to help my parents around the house. I have a job (okay, well two jobs) that affords me to buy gifts for my loved ones. And a ton of friends who are so thoughtful and kind.
That’s what Christmas is about anyway.
The baking, crafting and fancy cocktails are nice but Christmas is about spirit and love. It’s a celebration of your nearest and dearest. This year may not go as planned but it’s going to be one for the books.