The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

I love Christmas time.

I don’t want to.  I want to be skeptical and cynical and hate the commercialism.  I’d like to whine and complain about Christmas decor that’s on the shelves before Halloween.  I want to rail against the materialism of a holiday that should be about a Savior and instead becomes all about me, me, me.

But I just can’t bring myself to do it.

I love Christmas.

I wish I could say that it’s all about the Reason for the Season and talk about putting the Christ back in Christmas.  But I have to admit, I’d like Christmas even without Jesus.  Xmas is the holiday for me.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  Jesus is important to me, and I care very much about his birth.  I’m happy to converse about who I think Jesus was and is and why I choose to associate myself with him.  But we can get into a long discourse about the pros and cons of Christ, the church, and spirituality another time.

Bring on the Nog!  It’s time to hunker down with family and friends, bite into that peppermint fudge and get wrapping-paper cuts.  ‘Tis the season to bundle the kids in ill-planned and less-than-water-proof snow gear and send them outside to catch colds.  This is my chance to get Super Mom cred for topping the hot cocoa with whipped cream and red sprinkles.  And it’s time to choose which child I like best this year.

Wait.  WHAT?

Mothers like all their kids the same.  Just like teachers.  Right?

Yeah, right!

I do love all my children the same.  I’d throw myself in front of a speeding train to save each and every one.  I was able to forgive my own mother any manner of perceived slights from my teenage years once I realized that there’s hardly anything you can’t forgive someone who would literally give her life for you.

But I just don’t like all of my children equally every single moment.

The good news is that when any one child is in my good graces for very long, he or she will generously move on to a less appealing phase and give the sibs a chance to worm their way back in.  It’s a constant state of flux, and I guarantee you that the child who’s pulling my heart strings this year will make me want to beat my head against a brick wall next year.

Here’s a chart to show what I mean.


Assuming that 1 is the baseline of likeability, as in generally likeable (as you’ll notice each of my children were in the years we received them), you can see their rise and fall over time.  Given the fact that I do love them all, none fall into a dislike category, so to speak.  They simply move back to that baseline of general likeability.  How’s that for trying to cover my behind?

So back to choosing which child I like best this year.  This isn’t really an annual tradition.  It more develops over time.  For example, I’ll notice that one of my daughters is deciding to use her nice and helpful words more and is hugging people in wheelchairs at the grocery store.  (No joke; this really happened.)   On the other hand, my other daughter is a pre-teen with all of the accompanying histrionics.  I love them both.  Would throw myself in front of the proverbial train for either.  And am working diligently on reining in the urge to roll my eyes wheneveralways the latter must shed tears over Every. Single. Thing.

But at this most wonderful time of the year when my tree is decorated Martha Stewart style with hand-cut paper snowflakes, mangled aluminum foil ornaments and candy-cane shaped pipe cleaners, I look to the Christmas lists for clues about which child may be on an upswing and which, well, not so much.  Sadly, since Cai and Cael are only 2, they really don’t have a clue about Christmas lists, so I’m leaving them out of this part.  We’ll let the twos speak for themselves.

Here are the lists for the older 3 children…


  1. Laptop
  2. Cell Phone
  3. iPod
  4. for everyone to have a good Christmas
  5. even the orphans

(I’m not making this up.)


  1. Pokemon Wii Game


  1. A Blanket
  2. A Bible

(Seriously, I’m not kidding.)

Abby starts out a little selfish and slow, but she finishes nice and strong with a solid swing toward the orphans.  Ian’s got a mediocre pitch on the Wii game; nothing really for or against in this move, he remains steady.  Aden’s got the winner, though.  All the poor kid wants is a freaking blanket and a story about God.  Sheesh!  How can you compete with that?

Sorry, kids.  I’m afraid it might be Aden’s year.

Wishing you a Christmas as full of beautiful chaos as mine will be,


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4 responses to “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year”

  1. note to self: send the above to my husband in an email (no, we really do communicate face-to-face quite often as well, but when we’re both at school we email cause it’s, well, easiest… 🙂 ) because he loves charts! he’s a teacher too, he teaches economics, so I figure he’ll be very impressed (and probably immediately start making one of those bad boys himself, hahaha!)

  2. “I’ll notice that one of my daughters is deciding to use her nice and helpful words more and is hugging people in wheelchairs at the grocery store.”

    Your blog is so funny. Thanks for telling me to read it. The line above was so hysterical and gave me the best mental image – I laughed so loud I probably woke the neighbors. 🙂

  3. I love this! I wish I had seen this sooner! You need to write more. I will come over and watch the kids so you could write more…it would be a fair trade! Thanks for sharing…Ireally enjoyed the chart 🙂

  4. Huh. A blanket and a bible. Really? I have Martin’s old KJV (plain standard fare). I also have Tina’s Book of Common Prayer, complete with needle pointed cover that Tina made. They are all sitting on the bookshelf next to Wicca for Life and a few books by the Dalai Lama…my eclectic spiritual shelf. Let me know if you are interested (in the bible and common prayer, that is).

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