As I sit here this morning in what has become my traditional Christmas morning activity, I laugh as I realize how Scrooge like it is.
I’m starting to organize for year end, taxes and budgeting for next year.
Spreadsheets, data, accounting are my friend on this day each year. Getting our ducks all in a row to ease the financial transition to 2018.
As the icy storm rages out the window, wind howling, dogs snoring at my feet, I get comfort from my little number columns. Scheduling transfers. Thinking and planning for the year ahead. Calculating. Organizing.
In my family’s Christmas tradition as a child, Christmas morning was quiet. Preparing for church. Eating cookies for breakfast. My maternal grandfather’s heritage is German, and as such we celebrate in the German tradition of Christmas eve. A family celebration, caroling, giving of gifts, tree, dinner. Last night the tradition was continued as is every year at my parent’s home. With family and friends from near and far coming together.
Today, as has every Christmas day in my life, will be quiet. An afternoon family meal back at my folk’s home. As a child the meal was at my paternal grandmother’s home. After she passed, it shifted to my parent’s. For the past 10 years of my adulthood, my own Christmas morning tradition has been one of figures, of planning the coming year, of remembering the past year through the events documented in our accounts.
The numbers remind me 2017 was a year of hiking, dog agility, travel, a bedroom remodel, a couple of doggie health blips, a couple of human health blips, house repairs, time with friends and family, fun with the nieces and nephews, the pleasures of good books, grocery shopping, having heat, water and electricity, a car with simple maintenance, a roof over our heads, the passing of some loved ones, the reassurance of a retirement account, the challenges and enjoyment of many overnight canine guests, teaching of lessons that brought smiles to my face, the happiness my husband expressed as he rebuilt his computer.
Our yearly budget tells, in part, the story of our year. Joys, sorrows, gratefulness, all expressed in a couple of columns in our spreadsheet.
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate and here’s to a happy New Year.