The Scrooge is dead. Long live the Scrooge!
The Scrooge I refer to is my precious husband. He has always said he dislikes Christmas, but I believe it was just the preparations he disliked. Once Christmas arrived, he participated as joyfully as anyone else. He’s never minded spending money on people. In fact, he is exceptionally generous to friends, family, and strangers.
But he says there is a reason for his dislike of Christmas. The first Thanksgiving I spent with Steve’s family, I was awakened that Friday with his mother’s scurrying around removing the usual decorative items and replacing them with an incredible array of Christmas decorations. Steve blamed his negative attitude on her abundance of enthusiasm for all things Christmas.
So what has changed? Who knows! A few years ago he enjoyed wearing his Santa hat while driving his Miata with the top down. That was a big step. Then he began looking forward to the Christmas Eve service at a local church. Now this year he is truly a changed man.
Even though it was November 28, he was all for going to the Bellevue Christmas Walk–walking into all the shops, seeing Christmas decorations, hearing Christmas music, buying stocking stuffers, getting ideas for each other. That day I was deep into a project when he appeared, coat in hand. “I thought we were going to the Bellevue Christmas Walk in a couple of hours. It’s been a couple of hours.” I quickly caught up and we took off. The crisp air was invigorating and we had a great time.
When Holly wanted the Christmas tree up early, he helped me get it upstairs–a challenge, but we did it, and he gave no complaints. Although he has often criticized tacky yard lights, he will even comment positively when lights are tastefully done.
Incredibly, the first thing I saw in the dining room when I went downstairs was a glittering, lit Christmas decoration. About a foot tall, the inside of the pointed hat of the snowman is in constant motion, swirling and changing colors. We saw it at Splendid Things, our first stop in Bellevue. That he would return to get it as a surprise was delightful. . Today, when I showed him a miniature version of it to put in Holly’s stocking, he disagreed about the stocking idea. “I think you should give it to her now,” he said. “She can enjoy it before Christmas.”
He also bought a Christmas charm for my Pandora bracelet and gave it to me early. As he did last year–evidently the beginning of the new person.
So his cold, hard, Scrooge heart has softened and mellowed and he’s ready to enjoy the season. I knew all along that his gruffness was manufactured.
But I won’t push it so far as to suggest that we have outdoor lights. Even though he’s a changed man, I do know my limits.