I am not one to embrace the holidays. I used to enjoy them as a child because life was simple for me and if there were any dramas, I tuned them out. My family was all together and I had presents to unwrap. I don’t remember ever believing in Santa Clause, I think I always knew he was my parents. If I had an earlier memory of believing in Santa, it has been erased! We would open gifts on Christmas Eve and then Santa would come in the middle of the night to fill the stockings with chocolates and other goodies. Even though I knew he wasn’t real, it was still fun to have filled stockings in the morning!
Now, Christmas has become so commercialized I think it puts too much pressure on people. As we grow up and families spread out or pass away, the holidays change. Sure, people start creating new memories with their own families, but it doesn’t make it easier. Especially when the retail part of Christmas is now starting before Halloween (which is my favorite holiday). So now we’re skipping Halloween and Thanksgiving so we can have the Christmas season for three months? It’s a little bit too much for me. Sorry if I offend anyone, but each holiday should have it’s time, and I think Christmas gets too much of it.
Anyways, last week a friend of mine asked if I wanted to go to a church bazaar. Sure, sounded fun and they were selling Lefsa. I was in! My slow moving brain didn’t think of the time of year, and as soon as my car approached, sure enough it said Christmas Bazaar! Shopping plus women meant crowds, and I don’t do crowds well either, but I was already committed. I walked in and couldn’t find my friend and I saw women streaming out of the church with armloads full of decorations, wreaths, pies, handmade items, you name it. It took a while to find my friend because the church was packed. She already had some items picked out and had a package of Lefsa for me too, since she said they go fast. We browsed around for a while and we each picked up a few more things.
Then we came upon a table where a woman was making wool snowmen. We watched her for a little while and she explained her process of rolling or bunching up the wool and then she would make quick little pin pricks to it to smooth it out as she would push the loose parts of wool into the main ball. That’s also how she attached the other colors too, quick little pin pricks. She would buy the wool from the Shepherd’s Sheep and Wool Festival every year in Lake Elmo, MN. Then she would clean the wool and die it herself. She made it look easy, but I’m sure it takes more patience than I would have.
What do you think of my finished product? Pretty cute isn’t he?