I have a theory – very recently put to the test – that Easter is way better than Christmas.
I know, I am really putting it out there (I like to focus on the big issues) but I speak from experience and felt it was a worthy topic for discussion. Oh and before we go on, this is not from the Christian perspective. Just so we’re clear.
You see, I am one of those tricky people that happens to get a bit carried away at Chrissy and puts a lot of emphasis on that one day. I have done it for the past couple of years – a slow learner indeed – and as soon as Dec 26 rolls around I am beating myself up about being so ridiculously fixated on that one day.
The ironic thing is that last year, with Christmas festivities being held at our house, I kept saying to anyone who would listen “We’re just keeping it really simple this year.” It was like a mantra and the more I said it, the more I tried to believe that I would put the words into practice. The only problem was that my mantra did not come to the party. I dithered about keeping the food simple (at least I did manage that) but by the same token I put a whole lot of emphasis on the people and the ‘feeling’.
I bombed out early (actually on Chrissy Eve) by deciding that was a great moment in the calendar year to bring up a couple of my big issues with my husband – clearly I had let my emotions get the better of me – and as a result things were rather ‘frosty’ between us for the following 24 hours. (Needless to say I am learning to time things a little better and not ‘awfulise’ things to such an extent.) But unfortunately the damage was done, and I spent most of Christmas Day regretting the previous altercation (but being far too stubborn to make amends.) It was Christmas at my house and I was going to have it my way. All day.
The presents made me feel a bit squeamish too – not so much for the adults as we have toned things down in recent years – but the little people were swallowed up by mountains of tissue paper, toys requiring 8 AA batteries and the question that kills me “Are there any more presents for me?” I was already in a delicate state, so this kind of overwhelm…well it started to overwhelm me. I held on for the day and managed to survive, only taking a couple of victims down with me.
Fast forward to Easter and things were a whole lot different. For the past few years I have taken off for the long weekend (there’s an idea) and the whole time has been about family and hanging out. The weather is dreamy, the eggs don’t come into play and the food is always tasty and not fussy. But most of all it’s about the people (and about 40 bazillion cups of tea).
So the take away message? For me, it’s about looking at and holding onto Christmas a little more lightly. (I think I may have been strangling it these past couple of years) and to keep loving Easter just the way it is.
Any questions or comments?!