Skipping Christmas

Peter Jones Department Store London

Christmas is a pretty big deal at my house. There’s nary a tradition I’ve heard that I don’t try to incorporate somewhere. I eat it up.

But this year, we’re skipping Christmas. Literally. Thanks to the international date line.

We get on a plane on December 24th and arrive in New Zealand the next day, only the next day is the 26th (can’t wait to share with you all my walkabout adventures in January!!). We’re not exchanging gifts given the small fortune it’s going to cost us to take everyone down under. Decorations are minimal, we’re even forgoing the audacious flocked tree I insist on getting every year.

Lafayette Department Store in Paris

Don’t get me wrong. I clearly understand I’m giving up traditional Christmas for something fabulous. But it doesn’t mean it didn’t cause me some angst. Was I depriving my children of the magic of the holiday? Would this lack of getting into the season affect me spiritually? Every year, Christmas has been a daily event beginning at Thanksgiving and culminating on the big day. From music to shopping to entertaining to wrapping paper wars at the end of all the gift opening,   I have loved every minute and found that even the commercial joy boosts me spiritually. No matter how stressed it made me, I wouldn’t let anything go because it wouldn’t feel like Christmas.

When planning my big trip I tried to have it both ways. We could celebrate Christmas in NZ, I thought. Or we could celebrate it here and then go. But timing concerns led us to skip it, and the more I let that idea ruminate the more it made sense. And honestly, when there’s no big day coming, I just haven’t been in the mood to shop, decorate or really even enjoy the music.

While I thought I would miss all the hoopla, the baking, the fresh garland, it turns out that I don’t.

My little guy once said when he was feeling sick “I want to take everything out of my stomach and put a couple of things back in.” It’s not a longing for emptiness, but that white space on the page that leaves room for clarity and focus. Sometimes the only way to achieve it is to experience the emptiness and then put things back in.

But it’s scary, at least to me. I wonder how many other events on my calendar and in my life could use this kind of overhaul. The idea of letting go of something I love is hard, some part of me believes I won’t be the same without it. And I often find that my limited vision believes there is only one path to every outcome I desire so I won’t leave the one I’m on, even if it’s no longer serving me or a better offer comes along.

Stuttgart, Germany

What great things have you let go of for the better? Are there things in life you’re scared to take a break from?









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Photo credit: Peter Jones London — Monica Arellano-Ongpin
Photo credit: Paris Tree — caspermoller
Photo credit: Stuttgart — David Blackwell