WARNING: This post contains mature themes, so if you are a child, you MUST stop reading now!!!
As a kid of course I was like every other child on Christmas Eve. I got maybe two hours of sleep. I was imagining the bounty Santa would bring.
I think I figured out the truth about the fat, bearded man at about age nine. Of course I played along for my sisters, age five and six (and they say I was a mean big sister!).
The 33-year-old Erin finds the whole Santa thing quite ironic. When you’re a child your parents tells you to always tell the truth. It’s one of the Ten Commandments. Even God tells you not to lie.
Yet every single adult is in on the ruse. There are mall Santas and airplanes that track his whereabouts. I even heard on the news he was spotted over Saskatchewan.
I guess to adults, Santa is more of a fib than a lie. A fiblet, perhaps. A fiblet I plan to tell my future nieces and nephews.
I’d like to wish you a Happy Festivus!
What am I talking about? My parents were huge fans of “The show about nothing.” Even today, over 25 years later, we can’t have soup for dinner without one of them talking about the soup Nazi and usually when it’s about time Dad for to set up the Christmas tree he starts talking about Festivus.
Unfamiliar with this holiday?
I was, too. It’s a show I didn’t watch, so I googled it. Festivusweb.com explains the entire celebration.
When I think about it, this post was really a post about nothing, too. Fitting, don’t you think?
Day 2 Assignment: Lists
Let me preface this post by saying that I am not in way a Grinch or Scrooge. I LOVE Christmas. But for day two of Writing: Finding Everyday Inspiration I had to come up with a list.
Although I’m no Grinch, there are some things that annoy me about this wonderful holiday.
The 12 Annoyances of Christmas
- The church up the street from us having their tree up since Halloween.
- Everyone, especially stores, “celebrating” so early.
- Gaining weight (can you say “good food?”).
- Cold (although today is about 60 degrees here and it’s freezing to us, the rest of the country would probably kill for that).
- Pressure of finding the right gift for everyone.
- Candy canes (not really an annoyance, I just can’t stand them).
- Not being able to put my tree up in my room this year (sorry, small black puppy, I’m not really annoyed…).
- Any Elvis Christmas music.
- Having to burn a pine-scented candle for a Christmas-y smell (our tree is fake).
- Sports on TV on Christmas (I have no idea why it annoys me, it just does).
Less than two weeks till Christmas (and less than three of 2016, how is that possible?). I’m almost done with my “shopping.” Our family is donating to charities again, and I know the charity for Kelley, I just need to do it.
I guess until I do I shouldn’t judge, but driving to dinner last night we passed a shopping center. From the freeway I couldn’t see all the stores, but I know Barnes and Noble and Best Buy where there. Needless to say, their parking lots were full. Poor Mom does grocery shopping at Target and why she doesn’t say “Oh, the heck with it,” and flee, I have no idea. This time of year there should be a “I’m-not-Christmas-shopping-I’m-regular-shopping” cash register open.
What I don’t understand is Christmas isn’t like, say, Easter. The date has always, and will always be, December 25th. Why do people act like it’s a sudden surprise come mid-December?
image courtesy of demonsinmybritches.blogspot.com
I can understand why people like to be out in the hustle and bustle of a festive environment, but when that environment includes harried shoppers and tired kids, count me out.
This post is a bit of a cheat as the only thing it has to do with the prompt is the word “horizon,” and I might do another one that truly has to do with the actual prompt, but for now…
Unless you live in a cave, you know that Christmas is on the horizon. Commercials are all Christmas related, either for toys or showing a frigid winter scene, and I listen to the Holly station while I write or do my Christmas business.
This morning I was in a particularly festive mood. I don’t know what it was. Maybe wearing my “ugly” (I use quotes because I don’t find it ugly at all) Christmas sweater bought by Mom and Sarah. They said I could not wear out of the house, although I would if I could. The whole thing doesn’t show up in the picture, but it says, “Fleece Navidad.”
Because of the mood I was in, I decided to go all out. I’m also wearing my Christmas socks (which you can’t see) and I’m under my “tree” (a certain black puppy visits my room and I didn’t trust her with a real tree; maybe next year).
Happy early holidays! I hope this post finds you in a festive mood!
- Wet dog (it stinks I know, but it means it’s actually raining in Southern California).
- The dusty aroma of the first time the heater clicks on for the season.
- The mintyness of Claritin (relief for my aching sinuses is on the way).
- Musty smell of the electric blanket.
- A Christmas tree lot (although we have a fake one now).
- Christmas cookies baking in the oven.
- Our family’s Christmas breakfast (chili eggs, which I don’t partake in. It’s overnight oatmeal for sisters, Mom, and I).
- Sometimes-stench of Maggie (her bed is right by mine. She only sleeps in it when it’s cold).
- The crispness of cold weather.
- The refreshing aroma the day after it rains.
- The wool of my cashmere throw that I have after my electric blanket is turned off.
As you’ve probably guessed, the eleven items above are smells of winter. My favorite smells of winter, at least. I’d love to hear your additions!
I thought I had two (!!) more months before I had to think about Christmas. But thanks to the people at WordPress with today’s prompt, I am forced to think about the dreaded holiday today, September 7th.
Isn’t it sad to dread such a nice holiday? I was like everyone, racking my brain, trying to think of the perfect gift for everyone. Instead of enjoying the season, it was more a burden than “the most wonderful time of the year.” But last year our family did something I would recommend for any family with older children who are sick of the Christmas rush and materialism.
We exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve night, which was a welcome relief from the mayhem of Christmas morning. But we all had a deal: The gifts to each other couldn’t be material gifts; rather, donations to charities of causes the recipient was passionate about.
We didn’t get things, but I would say it was the best Christmas I can remember.
People say we need to put Jesus back in Christmas, and I think that’s what the Tharp family did on December 24, 2015.
Miss it? Don’t worry–it’ll be back next summer.
This post uses the photo challenge title “Now” as inspiration, but I’m obviously not using photography.
At this moment, here I sit in the kitchen, the house in disarray as the Christmas decorations come down. I hear the zipping of the bag containing our tree. Yes, it’s fake, something my 29-year-old sister is horrified at.
This time was always sad as a kid. Christmas was really over. Eleven more months, which was an eternity. Now, it’s kind of like, “The show’s over, back to your lives!” Almost a relief to return to normal.
Time flies at the age of 32. Although it’s dreary and bitter cold, by Southern California standards, it could be May 2015—seven months ago. Or at least it seems like it could be May. Or should be May.
So, with that logic, I guess Christmas will be back next summer, fake tree and all.
Image courtesy of historybuff.com
At church, our priest discourages his parishioners from doing any Christmas-related activities until after Thanksgiving, especially Black Friday shopping (although since Walmart offers Black Friday deals all day long on Thanksgiving, I suppose you could call it Black Thursday. Or Black Thanksgiving.). My family has always waited to decorate or listen to Christmas music until after Thanksgiving, but to the majority of Americans, Christmas starts after Halloween. Okay, I know I’m exaggerating, but it sure feels like it. Right after Halloween, up went the Christmas decorations in our city. Sirius/XM started playing Christmas music (actually that might been before Halloween!), and Christmas trees, along with Santa in some cases, graced every mall.
Aren’t we forgetting something? Oh yeah. Thanksgiving. How did a nice holiday, complete with good food, family, and a good message, get swept away like that? Being thankful for what you have shouldn’t be one of those calendar-filling holidays like, say, Arbor Day. And if you are giving thanks, Christmas just might be a little more special.
Happy Thanksgiving, readers!
You know the feeling when you are sick—not physically sick, mind you, you’re just wishing a particular something would leave and not return? Well, here are my things that if they left Planet Earth I would be thrilled. Warning: I’m not crazy, just random.
- Storm Track on KABC: Since when is 1/8 of an inch of rain a storm? I can feel the rest of the country laughing at those weak Southern Californians.
- Ripped jeans: It’s not exactly chic to dress like a slob.
- “The Bachelor”/”The Bachelorette”: There isn’t that much crying at a funeral.
- TLC: Okay, I admit I watch it; after all, isn’t it The Learning Channel? Still, how are “My Gypsy Wedding” and “Return to Amish” educational?
- The word “viral”: Viral is something that makes you miss a day or two of school. Viral can’t “go.”
- Pop-Ups: If I want you, I will click on you.
- Game invites on Facebook: See above.
- Christmas now beginning in September: Excuse me, but isn’t Christmas in winter?
And my personal favorite:
I’m embarrassed for them.
- Dressing up pets as children: They are animals, after all (sorry, Maggie)!