This year was a different holiday season for us. For me personally, it just didn't seem to feel special much. I don't know why but I never did get into the "Christmas Spirit". I had my Moments, like when it was dumping large quantities of snow outside the week before Christmas, or on Christmas eve when our tree was finally up and decorated, or when I did a batch of ginger snaps and the house smelled like molasses. It's not like I did not know the true meaning of Christmas, and I still had a deep gratitude at remembering the true reason but seriously, this year I felt like "Cindy Lou Who" looking out my window singing about where Christmas had gone and why can't I find it. I know this is in part that the maitenence of my relationship with Christ has been seriously lacking. I haven't been consistently spending time with him, reading my bible, or praying un-distractedly. Not spending time with God, brings worry and discontent ment, feeling down on myself and angry about where life is at. My family was broken with my sister not speaking to most of us, my grandma was in a nursing home and unable to leave for for the holiday, grandpa was spending christmas in heaven, and my Aunt and Uncle had uprooted to another state, where they had a baby and were unable to come home this holiday season. I was still single without the glimmer of someone who could turn into someoen special, and I did homework until the 23rd. The only Christmas party I had been invited to was cancelled, I had next to NO money for Christmas presents for friends and family. Ok, ok, now I'm whining. I was ok with no presents, we all kept it VERY VERY low key with the knowledge of Dads cancer and that he would be out of work for at least six months, possibly much much longer.
I spent Christmas even in my room, reading the Christmas story, my own tradition, and I concluded that THIS year, I would finally ask to read it to my entire family, who doesn't focus on Jesus on this day. Christmas day arrived, my estranged sister did come to dinner and I think we were all able to break some walls there. But, sadly, my brother tells everyone at the last minute he needs to hurry and eat because he was called into work 6 hours early! This rushed our dinner, and made everyone anxious. Since my brother was in such a hurry, my older sister and her long time boyfriend skiddaddled shortly too, they were parked behind him and figured rather than just move their car, they'd leave too. I took my previously estranged sister and sweet nephew to see our ailing grandmother in the nursing home, which went well but Grandma does look so sick and made me wonder if she will be here next year, or if we will have said good by to her and be missing yet another person at our dinner table (and if we will alos be missing Dad). Nephew was so cute with her though. She brushed her hair and he pointed to it and said "That", she gave it to him and he started brushing his hair, as well as mine.
On the way home my sister and I had a LONG chit chat about stuff, and I think we more or less reconciled. I also think she will try to have a relationship with the rest of the family. It's going to be HARD with her disability and thought processes being so different. I tend to be pushy about God and need to watch that. I want to just love her but, have a hard time because she flat out told me she believes in GOd, and believes that the bible tells us how we are suppose to live but that "she has her own standards". SHe truly believes she loves God and is a Christian but simply will not live for God. That is hard for me, I dont understand it and if even makes me angry, Isn't their something that says "IF you LOVE me you WILL obey me? I'm not perfect but I DO try. It's easier with say, my Dad, who just says he does not believe in the bible. I guess I just have to allow God to show me how to love her and be careful to keep away from spiritual conversations right now.
Over all, everyone showed up for dinner at 5:30pm and was gone by 7:30pm, except Shannon who was there until 9:00pm after visiting grandma. My favorite part of the day was waking up to a HARD snow. It had been snowing off and on for over a week, with a CRAZY for hour area, 15 inches accumulation, actually more like 20 inches but about 5 inches melted before it started snowing again. It was the first white Christmas here in 18 years. Actually, that wasn't the best part, the best part was the conversation with my little sister, hard and frustrating as it was, it had to happen and I'm glad it did. The night ended with my Mom (who hasn't lived with us since April 2008 but still comes around a lot and has not filed for a legal seperation or divorce), picking a fight with my Dad (She said things she KNEW would infuriate him, and she left crying, he went to bed angry, I cleaned up after a huge meal for 8 by myself. But, I fell asleep on our couch, staring out our Christmas tree, appreciating it still, since I went myself Christmas even, drug it home, had Dad help put on lights, and put on the ornaments myself while Dad sat and watched, and put on Christmas music for us. Actually, I liked waiting until Christmas Eve to get my tree. It is a gorgeous tree, it was FREE because by the time we got it, the sellers of the lot had left leaving a bunch of "FREE TREE" signs, I guess they had some Christmas eve thing to do, and I can enjoy it awhile after Christmas....even after today, New Years day.