It’s December, and so it’s time to admit it, once and for all.
I love Christmas. I do…all of it. The incessant carols, the busy rushing gift-buying madness, the crazy schedules, the decorating, the excitement of the big day and wondering whether your loved ones will like what you got them.
Yes, I realize Christmas is too commercial. But I don’t give a (insert word of your choice here). I love to stretch my creative legs, trying to come up with the perfect gift for everyone on my list. Sometimes it’s homemade, sometimes it’s store-bought, and sometimes it’s a combination of the two. I love seeing faces light up, and that’s the best part of the holiday for me.
I also love indulging in holiday tasks. Should I be kickboxing? Probably. Do I have a novel that needs rewriting? And more novels to write? Definitely. But screw it, that’s waiting until January while I bake eight different kinds of cookies to give away. Whew! (I also made peppermint ice-cream.)
I’ve never really gotten over the whole anticipating-Christmas-morning childlike excitement I had when I was a kid (probably because I don’t have kids myself). My parents still fill a ridiculously-over sized Christmas stocking for me, and I serve as their personal shopper as I also fill the stockings for them. It’s one of the only occasions where being an only child is a good thing. 🙂 Once I come back home to the city, The Boy and I will celebrate Christmas #2, with shared stories, love and laughter, and yes, more Christmas stockings and probably too many gifts. But it’s the first Christmas that we’ve both been out of debt in awhile, so we’re splurging a little. We’ll get back to the tightfisted budget in…yep, you guessed it–January. (And no, we’re not going back in debt for Christmas. That would NOT be cool.)
Wrapping presents, visiting friends and family (oh, if only people made such an effort to spend time together throughout the year), watching cheesy holiday movies, and gazing at the lights on our (environmentally friendly artificial) tree for hours…it doesn’t get much better than that. It almost makes winter worth it. Almost.
I never thought I would be the type of person who would own singing penguins wearing Santa hats. But there you have it–I do. (And everyone secretly loves them, even though they pretend to be above it all.)
Happy holidays, everyone! If you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa (or whatever, really–I’m not fussy), what’s your favorite tradition/activity?