My son and I had an interesting conversation the other day while in the car. It started out the way our conversations often do… “Mom.”… “Mom… Mommy!…” “Mommy!Mommy!Mommy!” (I wish I were exaggerating).
“Yes, my love?”
“Did you know that tomorrow is silly hat day?” … (I’m not given the opportunity to respond before he’s onto the next subject.) … “Do you think Precious is still in our old backyard?” (Precious was a deer that had her fawns in our back yard in the spring of 2015. I have no idea how he still remembers this.) “Eevee is cold.” (Eevee is a Pokémon stuffy, who lacks the ability to feel temperature, but he stops for a breath and I answer while I have the chance.)
“Oh, Dear. Poor, poor Eevee. Should I turn up the heat?”
He giggles, and I do.
“Mommy… what do you want for Christmas?”
I was stumped. There just isn’t much “stuff” I need. Sure, I’d love to win the lottery. My old, reliable Subaru has hit 100K miles, and is starting to make weirdly “unreliable” noises, so if a new car magically appeared in my driveway, I wouldn’t complain.
This seems to have been a particularly stressful holiday season. Too much going on, not enough time to accomplish what I need to… too many grumpy, mean or toxic people “harshing my mellow”. Even the traffic was jumping up and down on my last nerve.
So I finally answered. “All I want for Christmas is peace.”
“I want people to go out of their way to be nice to each other. I want to worry less about what’s under the tree and more about what’s in our hearts. I pray that the unhappy people in my life find joy, and I want to pay for the coffee of whoever’s behind me in the drive-thru at Starbucks, and have them do the same for the person behind them, and so on.”
So that’s what I wish for you, as well! May your holiday be peaceful. May you feel the love of your family this season. May the driver in the next lane, let you in with a wave, and that you have the means to pay for the person behind you in the drive-thru.