It is my habit to take down Christmas decorations slowly, over a period of many days, so that it wont be such a pain. One by one, I return things back to the basement to continue their conversation with the centipedes. (Fact: I am scared to death of centipedes. I usually scream when I see them. Which makes them laugh and ask me to hold still while they take a picture of my terrified face with their i-phones.) Anyway, I return the decorations one by one, thank them for their service, and say Ill see them next year. One of the things I put out each year are incredibly beautifully wrapped gifts. The boxes are empty, but its so much fun to look at them and pretend they are not. My mother used to dilly-dally so much on Christmas eve it made us kids crazy. We wanted her to hurry UP so we could open our presents, but no, there she was luxuriating in the bathtub or doing (s-l-o-w-l-y) some other totally unnecessary (as we saw it) thing. Now I know why she dawdled. Because so much joy was in the anticipation. Once the gifts are open, its swell, but then the mystery is gone. So now every year I put out those beautiful empty boxes and I pretend something is in there that I will never know. Hmmmm. It occurs to me that one might use this concept in some way or another in couples therapy.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Dec 2013 20:24:46 +0000
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