During December I pretty much put all my other projects (writing, podcasting) on hold and just do Christmas. It seems like a couple of nights a week we have activities out on the town (seeing the window displays in the city, delivering cookies, going to various Christmas tree lightings), and if we are not out late (and even if we are) I usually have some ridiculous project I am making for gifts. (Micah too.)
This year I made 10 rag dolls for some of my nieces and nephews. I sent them off with various materials so they could make them up as one of their ancestors (as a family history project) or as themselves, if they so choose.
I also made the most bespoke slippers for the kids that you have ever seen.
These babies went through several design iterations before I finally settled/figured out how they would actually work, and then I was up until after 2:00am on Christmas morning putting them together. They weren’t entirely finished then, but the kids seemed not to mind.
Micah made some lovely teething rings for Felix (though Elsa claims credit for the idea), and the kids had their own projects for each other as well. Elsa made keychains out of pony beads (Weedle the Pokemon for Oliver, a snitch for Simon). Oliver wrote a story about birds of paradise and tigers and made puppets with which to act it out. And Simon made these mix-n-match coloring book for Oliver and Elsa. Oliver’s is Pokemon themed, Elsa’s is cats.
While it does make things a little crazy, I really do like having things to make. It feels like a little bit of a rebellion against the commercialization of Christmas, a little more handmade and heartfelt.