When I worked I never had enough time to enjoy the holidays. It was busy at work — scheduling events, end-of year stuff, etc., busy at home — decorating and celebrating with friends.
I was always trying to fit in holiday activities and eventually (mostly on Christmas day itself) I would crash into a state of blissful unconsciousness. (That’s before any eggnog.)
One of the ironies of life is that when you have time to do the things you need to or want to do, the list of those things has dwindled substantially. Very substantially.
Back then, we had work “holiday activities” that required planning, shopping, scheduling, etc. There was a certain amount of gift giving. Most times I was running on empty, picking up things as I saw them, not caring if the fit or color were right.
I gave gifts with no creativity relying on candles, fuzzy socks, candy, or Christmas gewgaws.
Or wine! Where I worked people would buy a case of wine and hand out bottles and I swear the following year some of those same bottles would get re-gifted around.
As a female I always got the white wine. There was always a guy willing to exchange. Contrary to popular myths, guys like white wine too (and I had a list of who they were!).
Once in a while I would hit it when I bought something appreciated but too often it was a duty done and checked off the list.
Nowadays I have the time to shop for creative gifts but I no longer exchange gifts.
That’s the good news! All my purchases have been for me and I like it like that.
There is a huge upside to this retirement thing.
And I don’t buy the white wine!