I read a news report purporting that scrolling facebook during the holidays can actually make you depressed because of the idealized appearance of everyone's celebrations.
But I wasn't depressed. Even though our relatives are flung to far corners of the earth, and our family Christmas card was non-existent, we've had a rich, rich Christmas.
I've realized that Norman Rockwell-style isn't the only way to experience holiday completeness. I'm guessing there are many varied, albeit imperfect, Christmas get-togethers.
Ours started Christmas Eve in the morning. With lasagna making of course. This is my Italian friend, on whom I shower my 5 words of Italian every time I see her. With gusto.
She taught me how to make fresh, sheet lasagna noodles (pan size) and bechamel cheese sauce.
I know. Every other year she has made it with her mother and her grandmother in southern Italy.
This year was with me.
But wait. It gets better.
Rich, in fact.
A different day, my Kyrgyz daughter cut out her first sugar cookies in our kitchen.
Later, she made an igloo in the yard with some other Christmas yahoos.
|Potato and Onion Tart|
Practically every moment this season was unconventional.
I hope you can see the wealth in your seasonal celebrations--whether they were rowdy or quiet, humorous or solemn.
Especially if they weren't facebook perfect.