Rob celebrated the twelfth day of christmas.
It was the classic story of boy wants b-b-gun, retold about a television. Every store we went into that sold televisions, Rob would wander over and look and drool and read and study and learn about TV’s. All year long. And, it came up in conversation over and over and over again…just like the boy in The Christmas Story.
Except it won’t put your eye out.
Fifty inch plasma, this year’s model
Two inches thick
Yes, Mr Obama’s economy has been good to us this year. And, based on the spending reports for holiday dollars, we’re not the only ones.
He woke at 4am, thinking about it. It’s so big that it takes adjustments to our TV cabinet to hold it, and he didn’t do that yesterday because the TV needs to be broken in before we use it regularly. So, for the next few days, it’s sitting in the entry, on my treadle sewing machine, flashing from green screen to blue to red to white. We’ll be leaving it on all day because it needs to do that for like, a hundred hours. On Saturday, we’ll start the TV shuffle because a new TV in the family room means the old TV goes to the sewing room and the sewing room TV goes to the bedroom and the bedroom TV, that takes a while to warm up, will go to the garage and replace the small TV that’s out there. Everybody gets an upgrade.
On a more personal note, it was so much fun to watch Rob in the days since we decided that this was to be his gift this year. He shopped and he ordered and he scheduled the delivery and the time off work to receive it and he’s playing with it already. He has been like a big kid and I love, love, love it when I can be part of something like that for him.
Unfortunately, that means he won’t have so many things to unwrap on Christmas day. So, instead of a cycle of Sydney unwraps 1, Lane unwraps 1, Rob unwraps 1, we’ll likely cycle Sydney unwraps 1, Lane unwraps 1, and we watch TV for two minutes.
We don’t exchange gifts this big and expensive. We live very frugal lives. So, it is nice that we can splurge this year and get Rob exactly what he wanted for the holiday, without worrying about whether we could afford it.
At this time of year, remember that friendship and family are about accepting others for who they are and finding common ground between you. It is not a time for pontificating or fear mongering as the news would have us believe. It’s like clapping to bring Tinkerbell back to life; if you just believe in peace and joy, then the Christmas spirit can find its way inside your heart. It’s not about who can give the best gift. It’s about what we each can give of ourselves. If you’re having a hard time with that, believe harder. Believing harder is called faith. Faith in our fellow man. Faith in a peace filled future. Faith that things will get better. Faith isn’t just something for the church house. Faith is for every day, every step, every thought. See the holiday you want to have and make it happen. See the life you want to have and make it happen. Don’t base it on things. Base it on what you can contribute to the common good. Let go of fear.
Be well and have a great Wednesday. Two days until Easy Street clue 5. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.