I had almost forgotten what a crazy tempest of pressure and expectations Christmas can be. Colene is lamenting a little about her lack of significant other and family pressure. Vern is singing a slightly different tune – however he is obviously insane as well.
Nobody’s seemed to echo my sentiments on the holiday of late however – so I figure I’ll weigh in on the debate.
I. Love. Christmas. I always have, and likely always will. My family has a low enough dysfunction level, and enough common sense that it’s never been one of those huge be-all-end-all occasions with debt and pressure and not much fun. It’s only grown better as my cousins, brothers and I have grown up. Nobody spends exhorbitant amounts of money on anyone else. Gifts are either thoughtful or useful. No kitsch, no filler.
It’s even better now that there are no little kids around to impress or build grand illusions for. The presents live under the tree until Christmas morning, when we leisurely get up, have coffee (usually with liquor of some sort) and laugh while watching the dog go bezerk with his stocking and the wrapping paper. We drink a lot, eat a lot, and generally spend the day relaxing. The only exceptions to this are when we sober up long enough to go to Christmas mass, and about 15 minutes of hurrying as all the Christmas dinner dishes are finishing up cooking and need plating at the same time.
This will also be the first Christmas since I was bout 13 (can we say codependent?) that I’ve been single. It’s a HUGE weight off of my shoulders. Not only does it leave me with a nice extra chunk of cash in the Christmas budget, but it also means no juggling of families that, frankly, are not as cool as mine.
I understand everyone has different experiences that shape their personal feelings about the winter holiday season, but I wish the same for all of you: No matter what you choose to do with the holiday (whether it’s a whirlwind of everything or ignoring it and doing nothing), may it be rewarding and relaxing, and exactly what you want it to be.