Our house has been flooded with Christmas music over the past few days. Mostly Sinatra and Dino, which makes it palatable in my book, since I'm not the type to leap into the Christmas season too early, and am usually the one changing the station once holiday ditties come on. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas.... everything about it. The music, the pageantry, the magical look that comes over my son's face when he sees Père Noël..... but I'm guilty too of falling into the hype of the season, overextending myself, and wearing out before the new year.
For the first time in too long, we will be staying put for the holidays this year and while I will certainly do my best to make my home more beautiful and cook up a storm (I'm Italian after all,) I am also committing to taking it easy, keeping my expectations realistic and reigning in my spending. My children will already be spoiled by their visiting grandparents, aunts and uncles so another gift from me won't make them any happier.... after two or three their little eyes glaze over anyway as they just consume, consume, consume gifts like air, moving from one to another with barely a glance backwards.
I would like this year to be simpler.... no 12 hour car rides or transatlantic flights, but instead waking up at dawn to hear the brass band that strolls through my village on Christmas morning, one or two well thought out gifts, hearty food and good conversation. Seems simple.
And I think simple is nearly always better.