If you’re like me, the month of December is a giant blur. I love Christmas. ChristmasDay, that is. Everything leading up to it makes me hyperventilate.
It isn’t like I don’t know it’s coming. We all have weeks to prepare for it. The stores start whipping out the Christmas decorations in October now, for heaven’s sake.
No matter what I do to mentally prepare in advance or even SHOP in advance, the month of December exhausts me. Angel trees at school, at work, at church. Teachers to buy for at school, piano, dance, and Sunday school. Sports coaches too. Family to buy for. Not to mention the early November text messages from my sisters asking what’s on my kids’ wishlists. I haven’t even thought about what we as parents would get for them, let alone provide suggestions to the aunts. It’s endless.
I’m grateful. I want to show appreciation and love toward all these people, but the excess. Oy, the excess. I would much rather opt out and focus on the religious aspect of the season but I’m weak. The struggle to find balance is real.
Christmas Day comes and it’s wonderful but over in two heartbeats, it seems. The week between Christmas Day and New Year’s Day? Now that’s one of my favorite times of year. Things slow waaaay down then.
This year was no different. However that week in between Christmas and New Year’s Day, which really ought to have a name like “winter siesta” or something like that, gave me time to reflect on the frantic weeks beforehand. I felt bad that I didn’t do anything to show my appreciation to the elementary school staff. These wonderful people create a delightful atmosphere at school. Now that we’ve got a third kid walking those halls, they feel like family to us. I wanted to do something nice for them, and thought maybe they get an overload of stuff in December themselves so I would wait until January.
True to form, I couldn’t even get my act together in the early part of the month but this past week I hand delivered a fresh fruit basket to the front office. Fuji apples, bananas, cuties, green grapes, and strawberries. It was very early in the morning and the school must have just opened. No one was at the front desk, so I just left my basket on the counter with my note.
As I drove away, one of the admins called me on my cell immediately to say what a nice surprise my basket was. I joked and told her to just call me the “fruit fairy”. Really, me just dropping off a basket with no one to witness felt a little like being the tooth fairy! She laughed and told me too bad I didn’t wait until next month or I could be known as the February Fruit Fairy. “Next year,” I replied.
I kinda like it. We even have teacher appreciation week in early May but that sneaks up on me every year. But to be the February Fruit Fairy? I’m totally down with that.
Doesn’t everyone want to eat healthy in the new year? And after all that craziness in December, maybe it it IS better to celebrate these wonderful people another time of year.
Remember, you heard it here first.