Last night I started laughing, focusing on all the silly little things that make the Christmas season special to us. Here are ours…..but what are yours?? Please share!!!
1.) Proclivities towards disgusting-ness. Yes, I have blogged before about my husband’s funny (sick) need to turn Christmas innuendo into an Olympic sport. Here is the link if you a.) want a laugh b.) want to pity him (and me). The truth is, I always look forward to his increased friskiness and silliness. It makes me laugh (well, most of it) and reminds me that I am not just a mom with 47 grown up responsibilities on my plate, but also a forever middle school sense of humor kind of gal…
2.) The big dinner and the gross parts. Every year the hubs refuses to help me stuff the turkey. I hate doing it. I feel so wrong. So sick…like I am violating one of God’s creatures, which in actuality is exactly what I am doing. My arm, all the way up there…..just, so….ugh. Wrong. And he refuses to help me. So every year I do this, thinking the whole time how annoyed I am with him that he won’t help me. And yet, if he suddenly offers to help me this year, I would probably refuse his help and insist on doing it myself at this point. Hmm.
3.) The music. Whether it is Bing Crosby, Johnny Mathis, Josh Groban, or Mariah Carey, I love it all. Can’t help it. And I sing it unabashedly all season long!! (and season is October through like, May so….)
4.) Christmas Day food and friends excessiveness. I love a big full Christmas Day. I open my home and offer everyone a meal. I invite strangers. New friends. Old friends. Family. And every year it is a potpourri of people we love, care for, and get to know. And the food?? Yes, I make pretty much the same meal every single year at the request of my husband. But there is a familiarity there I enjoy, and of course, plenty of take out tins so my guests get plenty of left overs, which is vital!!!
5.) Dads at the park. A few years ago my husband took the kids Christmas morning so I could get ready for the 20 plus guests. The park was packed. All with dads and grand dads and kids…not a mom or grandma anywhere. Hmm. Great minds and all that I imagine……..
6.) Destroyed efforts at outfit recycling that never work. Look, we end up with 3-5 Christmas events that require us to get all dressed up. I learned, several years ago, to shop the after Christmas sales for matching Christmas ensembles. Why? Because our fabulous outfits never make it past the single event. And then I am stuck in the lurch with two more fancy events, and nothing to wear. Something gets spilled. Someone ends up bleeding. An entire hem or seem or zipper gets ripped. With this many kids, (and 2 clumsy parents) yeah, I need back up outfits. Now I just plan on it and shop accordingly. Because, yeah, we go all match matchy. Wanna see??
And of course if you have followed this blog any longer than a week or two you know we don’t save the cheese ball matchy matchy ridiculousness for merely the holidays, but yeah, at Christmas time I take it to a whole new level…
7.) We also tend to do some kind of last minute travel. My nature is VERY unorganized and spontaneous. The only thing I prefer to plan?? Travel. And Ken is uber organized. His only spontaneous area? Travel. And at the end of the year he is like, “Hmm. Let’s go somewhere!!” “Babe, it’s 3 days before Christmas.” “I know. Let’s go.” Then I scramble, figure something out, and by then the moment passes. That or the “well, it is $895 to fly to ———–.” “Wow. That’s a great deal.” “No, 895 per person.” “Wow. Is that first class? First class is da bomb.” “Babe, please note, no one uses that phrase any more, and middle aged white men should never use or have used it in the past. Anyway, that’s per person, and that’s spread out, all over the plane, with the kids sitting with strangers.” “Hey. Let’s hang out here this Christmas!!” “ok.”
8.) The elf on the shelf. Duh.
9.) Travel to see a proper Santa. We have to drive an hour and a half every year to see a decent Santa. The one we have in our little town? He is known (and not affectionately), as “Crack Santa.” Granted, he is better than he was a few years ago. But Santa should not have a patchy beard, exposed tattoos, emaciated limbs, sneakers, and more. This santa DOES have a nice round belly like a bowl full of jelly, but it smells of beef and cheese (and beer) and as a result, no, none of my kids will be sitting on this dude’s lap. Just sayin’. So we drive far away, see the best mall santa, take pics, pay way too much for those crappy pics, and then make our way back home. Good times.
So…..now I would love to hear a little about the distinctive touches that make your Christmas YOUR Christmas!!!!