It’s almost Christmas, and as per usual, I’m not sure that ours is going to measure up to the ideal. I always feel a bit inadequate at this stage of the game. There’s been a noticeable absence of cool stuff like Rocking around a Christmas tree, or dashing through the snow on a one horse open sleigh. The yard is mostly mud this year, not snow, so the whole sleigh thing (or snowmobile equivalent) is going to be out of the question. Plus how can I rock around a tree that isn’t up yet? We are still in denial about our offspring having grown up – we remain locked in the past where they all fought over putting the star on the top so we had to do it 3 times. So, we’ve been holding off putting up said tree until at least 2/3 of them are home. It’s getting closer and closer to the big day as they; some would say selfishly, insist on living their own lives and delay arriving “Home for Christmas” until the last possible moment. A couple even went so far as to get their OWN trees, which some would argue is actually cheating on our family Christmas, but of course I’m not one to judge. Heaven knows I don’t want them to worry about me….
I haven’t done anything Martha Stewart-esque, (like securities fraud, OR adorning the house with any homemade crafts.) I hauled out the same old tired decorations I’ve been using for the past few decades, and just made some essential touch-ups (example: ripped off a ribbon from table centerpiece that looked too wrinkled and stained due to careless storage and sloppy wine drinking).
I have purchased all the requisite stuff that I will in early January throw out, such as egg nog, fruit cake, nuts that you have to crack, and hard candies. I bought a lot of other ingredients to make stuff that let’s be honest, I’m probably not making. So come July I’ll have the usual 3 cans of Eagle Brand Milk, butterscotch chips and graham cracker crumbs that will have expired.
I did make some of my standard delicious treats, like shortbread, which I now eat instead of breakfast so there definitely won’t be any of those left by the time any actual company arrives.
I spent last night at the mall, and holiday spirit was a little bit in short supply. A few things that rubbed me the wrong way:
- Home Outfitters – I have 15 items, some of which weigh as much as a small child. … YES I WANT A BAG.
- So SORRY Sears, to inconvenience you and the giant lineup behind me (since you only have one checkout open in your whole store) because I got all “difficult” and refused to let you charge me $40 more for a sweater than the sign said you would. Thanks for taking the time to prove that I was right and then processing my sale without so much as a “Sorry we thought you were lying”.
- Hey trendy clothing store – my email address is none of your beezwax when I’m doing nothing other than picking up a gift card for my kid.
- Yo – grocery store … I thought “Utility Turkey” meant it might be missing a wing – not that it would look like it stepped on a landmine.
I was also mildly annoyed by some downright cranky staff ignoring me or treating me like I was an idiot for having the gall to ask if they actually have something that they advertised in their flyer the day before. Adding additional insult to injury, these gum chewing eye rollers were often wearing Santa hats.
It’s 2 days away and I’m officially sick of “So this is Christmas” “Do they know it’s Christmas time?” and “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas”. One song that doesn’t grate on my nerves is “Baby It’s Cold Outside” – unless of course it’s the Jessica Simpson version, which makes me downright nauseous. The “Santa Baby” song is kind of fun too, but a little slutty and I worry about my impressionable young daughters. That songstress is clearly exchanging favours for presents, and we’ll have none of that. I would rather encourage my girls to set their sights on something worthwhile, like front teeth or even a hippopotamus.
Intermittently I do my wrapping, and never ceased to be surprised by stuff that I bought a few weeks ago and completely forgot about.
But in spite of all my whining, I’m really not the Grinch. On the contrary, over the next couple of days I will do a complete transformation. The things that I preach to my family about all year like fibre, portion control and reduced fat will all go out the window, as I do a complete 180 and get into Holiday mode, and start doling out toxic delicacies like cinnamon rolls, quiche, cheeseballs, truffles and pies. I will slack off on other rules, like the dog not being allowed in the living room, and not indulging in alcoholic beverages at breakfast. Hubby may even be allowed to sit and read a magazine without being peppered with reminders about things that need done. Prolonged lazing on the couch is completely acceptable, in spite of how nice it might be outside.