are often dreaded by those of us who are going through infertility, or who are
living without children. I know those who are without partners, or who have
lost loved ones over the year, will find it hard too. I am thinking of a niece
of mine, whose partner suddenly died several months ago. Christmas will be
tough for her this year.
Over the years, in
the face of the “the season is all about the kids/family” refrains, we try to
find a way to celebrate this time that keeps it important or meaningful for us.
I was about to write a post about this, then realised that my “own” routines
aren’t very exciting. Then along comes an email with a blog prompt to “describe
how you would celebrate the
holidays if it was totally up to you and money was not a factor.” Now that’s my
kind of challenge! Though I think I’ll through in my preferred Christmas Day
here at home too.
When we stay home
for Christmas/New Year, it is easier of course for me to make the season my
own. I get to put up my tree, choose what food we have, the timing, etc. I
guess it just means I have control, and that is perhaps what makes the day and
the season better for me. Perhaps that’s what is so hard for many of us who
have been through infertility. We lose control in such a major aspect of our
lives, and then find ourselves thrust into child-centric celebrations by family
members who don’t always understand (or want to understand) again without
control. So perhaps, retaining a bit of control over the day or the season is
At home, I like to:
- sleep in, because we can!
- have a simple but special breakfast (just croissants, but we don’t do it
other times of the year), and it means we can sit down to breakfast together,
and have a moment to breathe and appreciate our lives
- make my yummy tiny mince pies
- admire my tree, and refrain from kitchy decorations all over the house
- choose what music we listen to (whilst I quite like Christmas carols, I
don’t want to have to listen to them all day)
- cook what I want to eat (even when we have family in town, I get to
control the menu, and that’s fine by me!) which is usually baked ham, but might be seafood, lots of salads, the last asparagus of the season, and will always involve berries, etc,
- take time to relax with some champagne and smoked salmon before the
chaos of the big meal, preferably outside on a lovely sunny day
- eat adult food, and keep it simple but elegant
- send all the relatives away, and spend a quiet evening with my husband,
basking in the peace, and
- maybe chocolate will be involved somehow too.
The days between Christmas and New Year would be spent sleeping and reading and entertaining friends on our deck and having barbecues on theirs, visiting the vineyards and drinking wine in another friend's olive grove, heading out for a picnic to enjoy the summer and relax under a tree with a good book, and maybe at some stage I might stick my toes in the sea. A simple New Zealand summer.
We alternate spending Christmas here in Wellington, where we
live and where the in-laws live (and where the overseas relatives base themselves if they are returning for Christmas), and - as we are doing this year - in the South
Island with my mother, and my sister (who lives nearby) and her family and now two
of the nieces have moved back to the region, and my other sister (and husband
and Charlie) will be there too. It’ll be a nice family Christmas, but it’s not
the same when I don’t get to have Christmas My Way. (I know, I sound like a
control freak!) This year, because my mother’s ill, it won’t be a carefree relaxing
time, even though it will be nice to make the time special for her. Maybe that’s why
I am struggling to feel enthusiastic about what is usually a
favourite time of the year. Or the fact that it is dismal and raining outside, not at all summery! Still, there are a few weeks yet for December to work its magic on me.
But every few years, we take off overseas. We first did this
19 years ago, renting a red Mustang convertible and driving around Oahu on Christmas Day, and then again when we were still coming to terms with our no
kidding life and needed to escape, spending it in Europe in search of a White Christmas. Sometimes we stay with family, sometimes we do our own thing. If money were no
object? Oh, the decisions the decisions! The European White Christmas idea didn't deliver snow, so maybe I’d head to North America – Quebec City is
wonderfully romantic, and would probably have snow. We could stay in a hotel
with thick stone walls and a roaring fire, and wander the streets all wrapped
up. And head down to New York City for New Year. Via Toronto and Vermont, to
visit some friends of course. Then I’d finish up with a week on a beach
somewhere – Florida perhaps where there are more friends, but I keep forgetting
that money is no object, so maybe I’d shout them a trip to the Caribbean. I’ve
always wanted to go to the Caribbean.
If the Husband put his foot down and insisted that we avoid
the snow, then we’d probably have to look in the southern hemisphere. We’ve
spent a number of Christmases or New Years in southeast Asia – on a beach in Thailand
or Malaysia – and that is always enjoyable. (Asian food, endless massages, sun,
sea, and sand – aah bliss). But I keep forgetting that money is no object, so I’d
probably return to my happy place, South Africa. Christmas out in the bush, at
a luxury lodge with champagne and great South African wine and massages (and no kids) and mid-day naps, and early
mornings and evenings communing with giraffes and zebras and lions and leopards
and warthogs and hyenas and rhinos, and enjoying the big skies of Africa. That
would be the ideal way to spend the holidays. (If money were truly no object, I
might pick a few favourite people to come with us.)
How would you spend the holiday season if money were no object?