The title is for Brian, who makes me laugh. A lot.
I love Christmas (who doesn’t). But I really am starting to hate the commercialization of the holiday. It really feels like it’s only about how big of a gift I can buy, and whether or not the gift is “just perfect” for the givee. Maybe I’m noticing this feeling more this year, because we’re trying to cut back on the dollar amount of gifts purchased. I think we did a pretty good job, and put a lot of thought into the gifts. Well, when I say “we”, I really mean “me” because Kev (an awesome, amazing husband) is really busy with work and school, and can’t come up with gift ideas to save his life. I think it’s a man thing. I mean, he is so talented in many areas, but has a tough time coming up with gift ideas.
It’s around this time of year that I long for the more simple days of yore (hee hee) when people weren’t subjected to ruthless advertising and had only a pocket knife and a block of wood with which to construct a gift (or a spinning wheel and yarn). I long for the simple life a lot lately. I know that there were still a LOT of hardships then, too, but I like the idea of living without so much outside influence. Just you and your family in your cabin, and the occasional barn raising or quilting bee.
The Maxwell House 