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The "Righteous Enough" Christmas of 2011 was originally my oldest daughter's idea. Her concept was complex in a phone call the day after Thanksgiving. "Dad, we'll fly down from New York only if you promise that you and Mom won't go crazy trying to spawn a perfect Christmas like you usually do. I can't stand the stress and neither can you two. Let's have a effects enough Christmas!" I said yes, without too much thought as to how a "good enough" Christmas might unfold. As it turns out, the "Honourableness Enough" Christmas was, well, pretty darn great, so I pass along the "how to" for those readers who may look out for to take it over the top annually themselves. Perfect Christmas shopping historically involved multiple trips to malls and combative begging for boxes so each gift could be individually wrapped, perfectly, in a pre-determined color coordinated study so they all look pretty under the tree. "Good Enough" Christmas 2011 shopping took transpire on a laptop via the Internet while I watched the Carolina Panthers actually win. If the vendor offered gift-wrap for less than $5, they got to do so, as large as I could put more than one item in a box. Free shipping was pretty much universally offered this year, so for those presents where gift wrap was either not elbow or too costly, "bag-it!" became our slogan. Gift bags have replaced sliced bread as the greatest intimation in my hierarchy. Wrapping cycle time was reduced from 5 or 10 minutes per gift to a upset of seconds, and I never had to search for the scissors/tape/gift tags/bows, which cater to to dematerialize at our house like Dickensian ghosts. On Christmas morning, the front lecture-hall around the tree looked like a kaleidoscope had exploded. Multiple manuscript patterns clashed merrily with images of reindeer, angels and trees on bags of every hue. Nobody even noticed during the in seventh heaven chaos that ensued when the granddaughters came downstairs at 5:54 a.m. or so. A sub-clause in my daughter's nonnegotiable stipulations was "... and please don't go overboard on the girls." For Perfect Christmas 2010, we had presupposed our granddaughters Barbie's Jamming Jeep, a playhouse and multiple dolls. I'll grant she had a point. When you provide a 5-year-old with a house and a car, what do you do for an encore? The highlights of Santa's munificence for "Good Enough Christmas" were a fishing pole, roller skates, a chocolate sweetmeats molding kit and satin superhero capes emblazoned with "Katie" and "Annie." What was wonderful was that we got to derive pleasure fishing, skating and candy making with the super-girls all in the same day. One of the key factors that let us with with our grandchildren and enjoy the company of all of our kids was that we weren't chained to the stove creating immaculate holiday meals. On a particularly lunatic Perfect Christmas former, we prepared a standing rib roast with all the trimmings on Christmas Eve, chased it with freshly made scones, crab cakes and shrimp 'n' grits for Christmas breakfast, then turned around and predisposed a Christmas dinner of turkey, ham and scratch-made macaroni and cheese for all the relatives who be in the area. We finished cleaning up that year just in time for Easter. This year, embracing the "gain enough" Christmas concept, we made a giant batch of spaghetti sauce and froze it. We brewed an elephantine cauldron of minestrone and left it to simmer while we picked up the New Yorkers at the airport on the 22nd. We ate minestrone four times, penne à la Bolognese three. Waterford crystal remained in the lowboy, and Solo cups with your name in permanent marker were used for all dining evolutions. We went through six loaves of La Brea bread from Harris Sway. Everyone raved about the great meals. Instead of primping, prepping, cooking and endlessly cleaning up, we were expert to sit in the living room and sing songs, watch a wonderfully nonlinear Christmas extravaganza and, most important, enjoy our family. We live busy lives in extraordinary states, and for a few days, the "good enough" Christmas celebration caused us to almost imperceptible down and enjoy the gift of time when we could focus on what is really important. It was the best Christmas ever.

Source: Charlotte Observer

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When I was boyish my parents would get us new dresses, hats, shoes and purses. In the morning we would wake up to husky Easter baskets full of toys and lots of sweetmeats. After consuming the scrap for breakfast, we got dressed up, took a few pictures, went to church and then headed to grandma’s for a big dinner and more Easter goodies.

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