
We've been spending our Holidays in the Colorado Rockies for years. It's a family tradition to go out there and enjoy the holiday skiing, snowboarding, sledding, ice skating, and all those other snowy mountain activities. Hot chocolate and lounging by fireplaces is also included in that mix.
My brothers both go, my one brother's girlfriend, my parents, my aunt will be there, and my uncle is coming in from Sweden with his college age twin daughters. We even have cousins coming in after Christmas itself to meet up with us.
We love virtually every minute of our time while there, it's the getting there and getting home that we all dread.
That's 16 + hours in a car that includes 5 children, 2 adults, a tiny dog, 7 suitcases, 2 portable baby / toddler beds, 2 booster seats, 3 backpacks, 1 diaper bag, a snack bag, a toy bag, a few Christmas presents that didn't arrive in time to be shipped, and about 30 random loose objects I am trying to block out. One year we even encountered a storm that closed the roads mid trip for 12+ hours! Rather hard to imagine why anyone might dread this drive isn't it? Yet each year we keep doing it and each year we do it because we all really want to do it. Why?
You see once we pack up all that stuff, load it piece by piece into the car and the above car luggage carrier, and endure the ride we arrive at Christmas! Mind you, that is a ride that includes several zillion bathroom breaks, stops for every meal, stops to walk to dog, gas refuelings, and an overnight stop at likely the only place in all of Nebraska that can sleep all of us including the dog; but once we complete that challenge we reach our destination which is to us Christmas.
To my family Christmas has become more then just a day. Christmas is a state of mind, an overall experience, a way of being. One might even compare it to Disney in a way. Disney World being more then just a destination as well, but a way of life type of experience. Christmas isn't even Christmas to some people, it might be Hanukkah or Kwanzaa but the concept is still the same.
Every family arrives in that Christmas mode differently. Some spend it at home and "arrive to Christmas" by baking cookies and putting on a special music cd. Some "get there" by watching a favorite Holiday DVD together or sharing a traditional meal. For others it may even be donning that special plaid pair of pants, sipping on egg nog, or attending a special ceremony. In any event, virtually everyone has their own way of arriving at their chosen Holiday and without it they may have trouble "feeling" the mood at all.
For us, the endurance of a car ride where there is crying, bickering, traffic and plenty more war stories is exactly how we get to that place we call Christmas.
A place we love, not just because it comes with gifts or extra yummy cookies. This place is loved because it forces us to slow down, hang out together without a bedtime limit, take the time to prepare a beloved meal, play a game or two that takes way too long, laugh a little longer, sleep a little later, do absolutely nothing, and do positively everything.
Christmas is magical. It's a place where tiny sparkling white lights make crying twin toddlers seem just a little more tolerable. It's a place where perhaps the glow of the fire makes hubby's jokes slightly more funny, and where the included veggies with grandma's dinner seem to taste a wee bit better when eaten while listening to "Jingle Bells".
There is just something about Christmas that makes even an incredibly long ride with lots of children seem not so horrid. So off I go to finish laundry, pack bags, arrange snacks, hold the mail, put gas in the car, and charge the electronics. I'm sure I'll be squeezing in another post or three in there too.
Whatever your beliefs, where ever you will be, I wish you all "safe travels" on reaching your place called Christmas too.