Well, Happy almost Birthday baby Jesus.
...I see he's picked up on the importance of having a "birthday month."Jesus and I, we're likethis in that regard. AND he has a mascot- talk about making sure that people don't forget your birthday. Get a big old man and plaster him everywhere, on Coca-Cola cans and toilet seat covers....then, have him say he'll be bringing gifts FOR ALL. He's sort of like Oprah, but once a year. Jesus should write a "How-To" book on throwing a month long birthday bash.
I've had sort of a rough December getting into the holiday spirit to be honest- we've been so busy moving, fixing, traveling, working and doing coupley things that I've almost forgotten that this is the time I should be searching racks for ugly Christmas sweaters and eating peppermint flavored things, while listening to the Vienna Boys Choir and amazing synth rock versions of Silver Bells. I haven't done any of those things.......
Usually at this time of year I want to cuddle up into something (that isn't a Snuggie, since I'm against the Snuggie movement....cause I'm all indie like that) and watch The Nutcracker, while shoving my face full of sticks of butter and joy. Butter=joy. I haven't done that...I've been eating normal non-Christmas human food, like eggs and Pb&J. Christmas food is; Cinnamon rolls, 7 sticks of bacon instead of 2 and banana loaf....followed by chocolate milk and mulled wine. In case you missed the memo Jesus totally condones gluttony during birthday month.
I haven't stared up at the Christmas lights hung on my tree and watched them change from green to blue like I used to when I was a kid, until I fell asleep with the lights still plugged and was woken up by my Mother saying something about burning the house down and blah blah.
I haven't made the nativity scene do inappropriate things to each other, or played, "hide the baby Jesus" somewhere amongst the Christmas decorations. I haven't watched Love Actually a hundred thousand times, or put together a janky Gingerbread house, that ended up half-eaten by the time we had company over.
I haven't adopted a family, or cried while listening to one of those radio shows about people's "Christmas Wishes." I haven't gone to any uncomfortable holiday parties where I have to act like I want to carry on a 45 minute conversation with someone about their dog, and the family members they don't like, who are visiting for the holidays.
The whole joy of picking out Christmas presents and wrapping them with paper covered in snowmen and glittery bows hasn't been a reality for me- actually, I'm not giving any Christmas presents at all this year, thanks to being what most would consider "toeing the poverty line." I've written songs for people and offered to bring cheap bottles of wine and baked goods. And obviously, my innate ability to carry-on a good semi-inappropriate, but festive, conversation at a dinner party.... this is a "gift" don't underestimate it's power my friends.
I'm no Bah-Humbug, I just haven't experienced the same excitement that I usually do.....
When you're little every light in the sky looks like a flash of Rudolph's nose. Every ornament you hang has a memory attached to it....and every full skirt with a satin sash at the waistline feels like something Clara would wear while she did Jete's across the stage. With perfectly pink pointe shoes and perfectly bouncy curls falling down her back.
When you're little the stress of Christmas, or not having enough time to get it all done, just doesn't exist to you. It really is sugarplums dancing in your head.......and I really, really miss that.
HOW DO YOU GET INTO THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT?