It’s that time of year that I dread. I honestly have no idea from year to year how I’ll react. In the 19 years since my mother’s death, it’s been more smiles than tears, that I’m can thankfully say. Regardless, I hope you…
have yourself a Merry Christmas.
I remember talking to my girlfriend about that pivotal Christmas in 1997. The memory is so surrealistic that it’s almost palpable in my mind. Our family tradition is to have a rotating Santa Claus to distribute the gifts. As you can imagine this was the last task on our minds. I volunteered to do it.
Again, last thing I wanted to do but knew Mom would want us to keep digging. Ironically, we didn’t have much time or money to purchase gifts for one another with cancer treatments being draining in both aspects.
Which meant it was a short task to say the least! Regardless, it still felt like we were all at ground zero for a ginormous bomb that detonated on our house. We were some accustomed to checking in on her every hour, around the clock. Now we’re servants without someone to serve. The sleep depravation washed over us like a tsunami of fatigue.
Here we were… floating in a sea of hopelessness and uselessness. I stared at my gifts in front of me for a solid several minutes. I thought, “How long will it take to return to the child-like glee of loving Christmas?”
Apparently the answer is 19 years.
The conclusion of the discussion with my girlfriend was that I should start new traditions in the house with the family I have left here in the States. I decided to post a Facebook poll on the first tradition: a plastic Christmas tree or real Christmas tree.
Of course, I knew I would be purchasing a real tree. I wanted to see what the temperature was on this debate. The consensus was a real tree. Below is the video of our adventure!
Now you’ve gotta understand we haven’t had a conscious effort in decorating a tree for damn near two decades. I was hoping that by starting new traditions that it’ll heal old wounds. For me it did wonders.
I’m confident our mother would be proud of us starting new traditions instead of dredging up painful old memories. This year will be a merry Christmas for the first time in a long time.
With that said, Seattle and Spaceship Earth, have yourself a Merry Christmas! Until next time we drop, be good like you should and if you can’t be good, be good at what you do!
Mic drop *bOoM*