I’ve never owned a Christmas sweater. I’ve always felt like maybe I should have one. On several occasions I’ve even carried one around the store. But I just can’t seem to take the plunge. Just seems like too big of a commitment.
As well, I’ve never owned a pair of Christmas earrings, little dangling bulbs or ornaments or whatever. I guess I’m not all about festive after all.
The red turtleneck is my standard holiday party outfit.
I’ve always wanted some nice Christmas china but never wanted to spend the big bucks on it or spend a lifetime collecting it. Since it’s unlikely that I would inherit or win a set in a raffle, about 10 years ago I bought four boxes of $20/box Christmas “china” and I love it. We use it all through December. It makes every meal of the season a little brighter and the best part? I worry not one bit about breaking it.
See how festive a reindeer pancake can look on cheap Christmas china – does that not just scream Joyeux Noel y’all? It does, you know it does.
The best thing I ever did was buy a 6ft pre-lit tree for $30 at Target for Sean when he was three. It’s his tree. He’s got a box of soft and unbreakable ornaments and he can decorate and undecorated it to his heart’s content all season long. He can put all the ornaments on one branch and I will not twitch nor will I flinch. He can even pull it over on himself and no harm done. This $30 tree has ratcheted down the freak out level around here substantially.
I hate wrapping gifts. I have not bought wrapping paper in 15 years. I love the gift bag – the bag that keeps on giving gifts. Economic, easy, re-useable and no tape.
However, I love ribbon and can’t seem to stop myself from buying it.
I took four years of piano lessons in my early 30s just so that I could play Christmas songs. I’m not very good, but I enjoy it immensely, even if no one else does.
I don’t like to sing, but I love to sing Christmas songs. I enjoy it immensely, even if no one else does.
I do not like Christmas shopping. Truthfully, I don’t like the gifts part of Christmas. The only time gift giving is not awkward to me is when it is spontaneous and not reciprocal.
My favorite memory of Christmas from when I was a child was going to Midnight Mass with my Godparents and coming home to drink hot chocolate and eat pizelles.
Three things always on my Christmas list: inexpensive earrings, a tree ornament, books (art/photography books, poetry, cookbooks are my favorites).
The first year we were married, I warned AD to never buy me anything for Christmas that plugs in. Over the years, my stance on appliances has changed. I wouldn’t mind having a power washer.
When I was about five, I got a red velvet dress and a white rabbit fur muff for Christmas. I only remember one or two other Christmas gifts which confirms my theory that sweating over finding the perfect gift is a waste of energy. Chances are you don’t even remember what you got for Christmas by the next day, let alone the year before.
On December 26th, I will be itching to box it all up and get back to routine. On January 2nd AD and I will have our annual fight about when the boxing up should occur. He will lobby for a day in March. On January 3rd, he will concede.
Sean was due on Christmas day. He is by far the best gift of my entire life, because indeed, every good and perfect gift is from above.
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If you’ve made it this far, tell me some random holiday factoid about yourself.