Christmas in the Dark
I wrote a post a few days ago talking about the true meaning of Christmas, well nothing makes you appreciate the little things in life and the family that surrounds you more than when your power goes out. Don’t worry, we were just fine and only without power for 12 hours, but it was the most thought-provoking and fun 12 hours we had all had as a big family in a long time.
With no power “what will we do?” was the cry of the younger cousins. The TV didn’t work, the Internet was out, cell phones don’t get service where we live, and their Kindle’s had run out of juice. Their imagination had yet to be inspired. At first, they were not thrilled as we essentially reverted back to the pioneer days where candles lit the room, our heat came from the wood stoves, and we entertained ourselves with books, crafts, card games, and the men sharpened their pen knives.
Once we settled down and were comfortable and warm, our inspiration took off. I must say that Apples to Apples is much more fun when played by candlelight. Hide-and-seek is all the more thrilling when done with flashlights in the home. There was even interest to have me teach some of the younger folk how to knit which was a hoot for all. Reading books became a bit more relaxing with only a candle and the crackling of the fire.
All in all, life was just a little bit more humbling yesterday. Today, on Christmas morning, it seemed all the more precious. We all seemed to have had more fun. We were (essentially forced) able to spend quality time with each other that didn’t involve texting. Personally, I believe we cast stronger bonds between the family as we came together to not only endure, but to enjoy each other and the holiday spirit.
This morning, with the power lighting our home and running our modern-day conveniences, we forged ahead with our daily tasks, though I think and hope that this will be a Christmas to be remembered, if only because of our adventure. Merry Christmas!