Maybe you’re like me in that you like the idea and the spirit of the holiday season, but all of it gets so easily intercepted by the other trappings that tag along with it. In protest against it, some folk go to the extreme by ignoring the holiday all together. No tree, no lights, no presents, no music, etc. While I can appreciate the decision, I’m afraid of what I would miss out on if I were to take the same tack.

I cannot control what my culture at large does with Christmas. For example, I can do without the extra bale of advertisements in the Sunday paper, and the ubiquitous sound of Jingle Bells in every retail shop and the urgent request to include a handful of gifts to myself in my shopping list.

I don’t need a gift, though I can remember some that made me one happy kid, like the GI Joe Action Command Center or the AFX slot car set with MagnaTrack steering. I still have the Evil Knievel action figure and motorcycle in a box downstairs somewhere.

I don’t need snow, though it’s a nice added touch, because growing up in Oklahoma meant more Christmases than not were spent outside shooting the new BB gun without a coat.

I don’t need much, but I did consider this morning, what do I need in order to feel like its Christmas?

I need a tree, because I will always remember the fascination over getting one as a young boy growing up. It was always a real one, always purchased from the Lions Club and it always smelled so fresh and clean. And this year, as in every year that I can remember, I hang on my tree, the little opaque plastic icicles that once would glow in the dark, but have since lost their fluorescence.

I need those sausage balls that mom used to make on Christmas morning, but eventually turned the responsibility over to me. A simple recipe of Bisquick, ground sausage, cheddar cheese and water. Believe it or not, if you gave me a choice for my last holiday meal between turkey and dressing or those baked little nuggets, I’m going with the latter.

Above being together, which for more years than not has happened at Shinndell, I need to know my family is happy and well. And isn’t this why we resort to giving gifts, sometimes elaborate ones, because we all love the look of joy on their faces when they get that one things they always wanted?

And even as a person of faith, these simple components make more sense to me than the religious ones. They are more tangible, and dare I say, more meaningful? But maybe therein lies the Beauty of the Celebration, where the Profound is discovered in the Simple, and the Fortune is held by the Observant?

Put Bisquick on the list…

2 thoughts on “Put Bisquick on the list…

  • December 15, 2009 at 4:47 pm
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    Can I have the Bisquick recipe?

  • December 19, 2009 at 5:21 pm
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    Peggy, send me an email at info at breadandcup dot com and I'll pass it on to you

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