My Christmas Manifesto

December 23, 2014

This Christmas, I’m trading in stress for rest.

I’m boycotting emotional eating, and taking up joyful toasting.

I’m going to stop worrying if my tree/cards/kids look like anyone else’s in the world, and just let them be what they are: beautiful.

I’m going to hang up any dreams of Pinterest-worthy gingerbread houses and let my boys smear their fingers in the icing and eat all the gumdrops. I’m going to let them wear mis-matched jammies to open their presents, and draw Spiderman on their Christmas cookies instead of snowmen, if that’s what they want to do.

I’m going to stop freaking out that I haven’t read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, or worse, the King James Version of The Nativity Story, and rest in the knowledge that I have told my boys a thousand times that Jesus loves them (and I will tell them a thousand more), and they are going to figure it out.

I’m going to take so many photos – not for posting on Instagram, for saying, “Look how idyllic it all is”, but for framing and hanging on the walls of our home, so we can remember what joy we found in each other, in celebrating.

When my mind starts drifting away from everything in front of me to what we haven’t got, I’m going to reel it back in. Because I am rich, rich, rich beyond my wildest dreams. Because there is so much sadness in the world. So much heartbreak. But there is so much good, too. So much joy. And I hold it in my hands, in my heart. When my children hug me, when they sing the wrong lyrics to Joy to the World in the backseat of the car. When my husband rests his hand on my hip as we fall asleep.

And I am rich, rich, rich – no matter what lies I have been told about subway tiles and Eames chairs and Winter’s Latest Trends.

Just stop. Step away from the internet (but not quite yet). First, raise your glass with me:

Here’s to a Christmas of peace and joy and rest. Here’s to a Christmas of really celebrating, maybe for the first time since we were small and oblivious to all the reasons not to; maybe for the first time ever.

8 responses to “My Christmas Manifesto”

  1. I hope you have a lovely time and all best wishes for a happy & healthy 2015 🙂

  2. *raises glass back in mutual toast* Happy holidays!

  3. Faith, my friend, that is beautiful xxx

  4. Susan Jenkins says:

    Faith, you are so wise at such an early age. I enjoyed this so. A Happy Christmas to you and your lovely family!!
    Susan Jenkins

  5. Sally says:

    Enjoy the blessings this Christmas, such true and beautiful words. X

  6. Laura says:

    I loved reading this, it makes so much sense. I know Christmas is over now but it’s advice to take through the year.

  7. Ashely says:

    I read back through your posts I had not read tonight. This one was so beautiful and captured how I am feeling right now. I am gonna print it and put it somewhere I can see. This is how I want my life to be. I get so caught up in feeling like my life needs to be perfect, be a real life Pinterest board that I forget to take it in and actually enjoy it. I had a huge lists of projects to complete last week during the holiday break (because my kitchen needs to be organized like my Pinterest board dagum it!). However, they all fell to the wayside when a close friend shared that she has cancer and it is serious. I spent last week cherishing time with my sweet friend – planning her a wedding in 48 hours complete with a PF Chang’s bachelorette party after buying a dress at Crabtree Mall. It was the most romantic thing I have ever been a part of and such a special time. My to do list is still waiting and 13 days later, there are still Christmas ornaments in boxes on my living room floor. But, none of that matters. It’ll get done at some point and no one will be none the wiser that it was two weeks later than I wanted. What does matter is the memories I have now that are priceless and as you said make me rich.

  8. MaMama says:

    Faith, I always enjoy your blog, but this one is special — Love you!

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