Sometimes I feel like the crazy outsider looking in at the rest of the world. I’m not a fan of Christmas. Yep, I said it. I’m saying it in the interest of honesty here. Obviously as a kid I liked the presents part, but I just don’t get the warm & fuzzies over all things red and green. I don’t understand Christmas music…it actually makes me a little angry when I hear it in a store.
As an only child with divorced parents I sort of used Christmas as an opportunity to work my hidden negotiating skills. I distinctly remember making two identical lists and handing them over as if they were unique. I knew what I wanted and hoped to get doubles. Shout out to 2 Hungry Hungry Hippos! I already had enough to cart back and forth between houses! Thinking back, I was a spoiled little brat. My dad took me to Nordstrom to pick out my own clothes (he was a remarkably great single dad to a girl with expensive taste, even at that age…). You know how they had the boxes with that flimsy cardboard belt? That belt with one piece of tape was no match for me. I can’t count how many times I tried on my Christmas presents BEFORE Christmas and then re-wrapped them with no one the wiser. Like I said, I was a brat. I’m not sure if it is better or worse that it was behind their back and they thought I was a perfect angel.
The only thing keeping Christmas going in our house now is the boys. I actually asked Carl this year if we could ditch presents altogether and go away for a vacation. I caved thanks to the ease of Amazon and we’ll have toys this year. Come to think of it, we NEED some new toys for Carson and my own sanity. He gets in so much trouble around the house on a daily basis. Last night he told me it was because he’s “bored”. Oh really.
Carson talked me into putting up the tree so I have that much going for me. The stockings are still sitting in a pile though. I am trying to be upbeat about it, but I can’t say I’m going all in just yet.
Here is Max in his jumper….which he LOOOOVES….. I looked over at him with the tree as his backdrop and realized it was a good moment to lock in my memory, Christmas or not. Fake it ’til you make it, right?