Christmas traditions


In recent years, I have often been disgusted by the importance given to gifts and gifts. I found that the satisfaction of friends or family was directly related to the quality or quantity of gifts. I've listened to people talking about what they get from others as if it 's an honor badge and the judgment they' ve got from you. gave when you do not do the same thing.

It has become nothing more than a large production of purchase for the purchase. Do we honestly need more things? Some justify it because they think it's the "thought" that matters when you give a gift. Do we really think that having more things means that people love and care about you more? Should our affection and friendship be in line with what people give you during the holidays? Have we become so superficial?

Every year I felt sick in the stomach, filled with anxiety because of feelings of guilt. Every year, I was afraid to buy for grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, colleagues, not to mention my children and feelings of shame if I did not do it. Each year, I face a "drama" if I do not do what I had to do, despite the fact that I wanted something different. Every year I had a debt. When he reached the point of vulgarity, negative feelings and resentment, I made the decision to change direction. Did I risk disturbing others? Of course … but I had enough.

One of my friends asked me to define the holidays. If what I was doing was not satisfactory, then what did I need to change? I could have blamed others or the media year after year. Or I could make the decision to be a little different and take care of my vacation.

When I asked myself these questions, the word "traditions" came to mind. Traditions is a word that is often overlooked, but I think it is the essential part of creating a healthy childhood. When I was a kid, it was not the gifts I remembered, but rather the experiences I had with my family. From decorating the tree to making Christmas cookies with my mother. He was listening to Christmas music on the huge stereo that we had in the living room. It was always believing that Santa would come after we went to our grandparents' house. Or drink hot chocolate with a sugar cane. It's the simple things that happened during the holidays that made me remember this special moment.

So, this year, we lived the holiday season! Here are some of the things we did during the month of December.

  • I drove gingerbread toys for hours watching Christmas lights
  • Ask my kids to pick up their unused toys to donate to other people in need
  • court (glitter and oats)
  • sang Christmas songs for the needy (caroling for coats) in the district
  • sang songs in the car
  • listened to the speech of the Queen (part of our family is from England)
  • Looked at my son singing at a Christmas concert
  • Invited a friend on Christmas Day to have a good meal because he was not there. had no family here.
  • Although we are not a religious family, we talked about what it really is Christmas (Birth of Jesus)
  • Stay home !!
  • Did I buy any gifts? Of course … but for my children only. Did I make my kids buy me a present? No. If they wanted to give, the choice was theirs. When they made that choice, I knew it was because they wanted it, not because someone had told them that they should. It was authentic and not manufactured by an outside influence. The decorations they made on the tree and the maps they drew are more important than spending unnecessary money on things I probably do not even no need.

    At adulthood, the gift of gifts was not necessary. We knew we loved each other. We laughed, beat, and shared our thoughts with each other over the last month. We did not pretend. We really enjoyed having the extra time together. No diamond or expensive gift was worth these moments of connection. Just having enough was enough for me.

    As a result, giving my kids moments of magical moments and spending time with those I adore has made this holiday season exactly what I wanted.


    Source by Kimberly Emminger

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