I know I am guilty of rushing it but I don't want society to make me rush it. Last year I made clay ornaments in August while playing a Point of Grace Christmas CD, but I did it in the privacy of my own home and subjected no one to it other than my mom and sister when I called them with my ornament updates. I did it because I wanted to and it brought me joy. Last weekend I wrapped the 20 presents I have bought so far because I was dying to use my large supply of new wrapping products from the big after Christmas sales this past January. I put them away in a closet after I wrapped them. I like celebrating because I want to and not because I feel panicked to do so.
I hate hearing the countdown to Christmas every morning on the radio. My heart speeds up and I get a bit sweaty thinking of all there is to do. Surely Jesus also gets a little upset about this new rush on Christmas because the focus is truly not on Him but rather the almighty dollar.
I remember not even thinking about Christmas presents, parties or decorations until the first of December. Growing up we never put our tree up until the second week of December and we always got our pick of the prettiest at the tree lot. That was only ten years ago! Last year Rand and I put the lights on our house the weekend before Thanksgiving (we didn't turn them on until after T-Day!). We have fallen into the trap but we try to balance it as best we can with all that we have on our plates this time of year. Harvest, duck season, living away from three of our four families, my annual cookie/ornament swap, and my annual baking all have a special place in that Thanksgiving to Christmas window. We pray for a right focus and I think we make it work. So, we may be just as guilty as the mall, but we miss Tom and try our best to give him the respect he deserves.