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Almost as soon as the Thanksgiving
dinner dishes have been washed, the holiday season becomes THE HOLIDAY SEASON. (The
capital letters make it even more important.) Everything becomes larger than
life. The sun is brighter, the air is sweeter, the fruitcake is extra fruity, and
the Christmas lights are extra twinkly.
Plus, it’s one of the few times my
kids earn their keep.
No one questions your love of the
holidays if you have young kids. It’s like you’re not allowed to be a Christmas
loving freak of nature unless you’re doing it for your children’s enjoyment. (This
would bother me a lot more if they weren’t the same people who also proclaim
that anyone NOT in the holiday spirit must be a Grinch. What the eff people?
Make up my mind!) If I wear Christmas earrings, go overkill on the baking and
decorating, and look like Buddy the Elf on crack, everyone thinks it’s making
the best of it for the kids.
Uh, yeah, for the kids…..riiiighhht.
Totally not for me. Because that would be totally lame, right? But ya know,
gotta pull out all the stops for those dang needy kids of mine. It’s sooo
annoying. But it makes them happy so... grin and bear it I guess. Grrr.
Who has thirty two holiday movies on
the DVR? Um, I think it was the dog. She really seems to enjoy a nice feel good
movie this time of year. Give her some hot cocoa with marshmallows and she’s
really in her glory.
Who wanted the decorations out
before Thanksgiving since it was so late this year that they felt they were
getting gypped of a full season of Claus, trees, and snowmen? That must have
been my husband. What do you mean you don’t think so? Just because he barely
notices the regular décor, it doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate a nice wooden
Santa plaque or a snowman trinket. I mean geez, guys.
Who has a calendar of December
events like tree decorating, ornament making, cookie baking, and holiday
parties? Oh, that’s the five year old’s handiwork. You know, that kid just
LOVES being organized. It’s really endearing to see him getting his shit
together at such a young age. Yup, that kid’s going places alright.
Who has different wrapping paper
and gift tags to differentiate between ahem, specific senders? Uh, that’s the dog too. See, she likes to watch
those Christmas movies while she’s wrapping presents. It’s really one of her
favorite parts of the month. Don’t believe me? Just ask her.
Okay, okay, you got me. It’s me.
All me. I love it every little bit of it. The happy, shiny people who are nicer
this time of year, the cold weather that makes warm sweaters and hot cocoa ten times more awesome, the lights
on the houses, the snow on the ground (that is 100% allowed to melt on December
26th) and the gingerbread cookies. (Most definitely the gingerbread
cookies. Yeah, sure, I could have
them anytime of the year, but they just don’t taste the same.) I love the
family gatherings and games and laughter. I like making those damn annoying
salt dough ornaments for the 20th year in a row and decorating our
tree to within an inch of its life. I love it all, do you hear me? And I don’t
care how crazy that makes me.
Because when you think about it, what’s
NOT to love during that magical time between Thanksgiving and Christkwanzukka?
(I think I safely encompassed the majority of holiday revelers there, right?)
Between parties and food, family and friends, presents and presence, the whole
season is way too short to be mashed into a few weeks. At least it is if
they expect us to continue to work those 40 hours a week and be productive
members of society anyway. (It’s always that pesky job that’s getting in the
way of my leisure time activities. The nerve!) So I guess in a way, my life does start to resemble a Hallmark movie
during this time of year….you know, the one with the delusional woman lives in
a fantasy world that she created herself? But it’s okay, they all know me here.
What’s that? Christmas carols? Count me in! Fa la la la la la la la la.
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