Nov 28 2008
Bah Humbug
I’m just not feeling it.
Maybe it’s the hormones, maybe it’s the shrinking numbers in our bank account, but this whole Christmas thing has me feeling like a deer in headlights. The holiday season is speeding recklessly toward me and all I can do is blink, frozen as the driver sings drunken carols and chucks empty bottles of nog out the window.
If you ask me, Thanksgiving is just a gateway holiday. Blowing the door wide open to the dangers of Christmas - tinsel, pine trees, stockings and scotch tape.
Oh the pressure.
I don’t want to shop, I don’t want to decorate. What I do want to do is eat scads of leftovers and curl up in the fetal position.
Not an option with kids. Kids want Christmas music, they want to author Christmas lists and watch Christmas movies. They want a tree and happiness and joy and fun, so for them I will stir my inner elf with a red hot poker and wait for her to do a little jig, maybe find the motivation to do some online shopping while the kidlings are asleep. And sometime next week, we’re getting a Christmas tree.
It’ll need decorating.
Can you hear me sighing?
I’ll take plenty of pictures, I’ll fake some enthusiasm, eventually the spirit will catch on like a bad head cold, right?
Yeah, I’ll work on that.
Perhaps you bloggy readers can offer some tips for slaying my inner Grinch and getting in to the holiday spirit? Bring it.
I hate the holidays too. But I don’t fight it. I let everyone know I hate it to an extent that they avoid me like the plague, lol. I only fake it for about 12 hours for my son.