Happy Christmas
Such a difficult year.
So much out of the ordinary and out of our control.
As I tried to get excited about Christmas, I wondered:
How could Christmas be as it should be, MERRY, when almost nothing in 2020 has been as it should have been?
Merry /ˈmerē/Adjective
1: full of gaiety or high spirits
2: marked by festivity or gaiety
Festivity? Gaiety? High spirits? At the close of a brutal year? It felt like too much to hope for.
But then my daughters had a bright idea. Instead of going for normal in a year that has been anything but normal, why not do something different? They suggested we have a British Christmas—ala Charles Dickens . . . with roast goose and figgy pudding, and maybe even some wassail. The idea of changing our menu and a few of our other traditions sounded like fun.
We began doing research and making plans, and I started to feel enthused. After ten months of changes over which we’ve had very little control, making deliberate changes . . . ones we could control, felt really good.
And since it’s definitely been a “stiff upper lip” kind of year, going British seemed fitting.
Then, when I remembered that in the United Kingdom they say “Happy Christmas” instead of “Merry Christmas,” our plans made even more sense.
Happy /ˈhapē / Adjective
1: Feeling or showing pleasure or contentment.
If aiming for an exuberant, over-the-top holiday wasn’t in the cards this year, aiming for a pleasant and contented one could be.
Maybe adding peaceful and thankful was do-able too.
And so that’s what we’re doing—and that’s what I’m expecting.
I hope you are too.
Have a very Happy Christmas,
and may God bless us, every one.
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