My Christmas tree is shoved in front of a bookcase. It was decorated with care by my mother. My SO put up decorations outside. Thanksgiving is over and Christmas is on the way. I’m somewhere between Scrooge and Santa Claus on the Christmas Cheer scale. I don’t do decorations. They aren’t my thing. Christmas carols are fine the night before Christmas, but not before, and one or two holiday movies a week is all I can stomach. Even if Santa was an alien intent on sucking out brains and replacing them with coal, I would still only watch one or two a week.
My favorite part of Christmas is the presents. Yes, I like getting them (bring on the awesomely cute pajamas and movies!). But I really love giving them. I take joy in watching people open the presents I have gotten for them. Sometimes there are complaints, but that’s okay, it’s about the spirit of giving and since I gave you something, it must mean I care enough to shop for you. This is a huge thing… I don’t shop. I don’t even like grocery shopping. And this time of year, it is even more of a disaster to shop because there are long lines and cranky people and screaming children.
Even handmade goods require shopping. I have to get the materials from somewhere. Then I have to take the time to make them.
Just something to remember as you go into the holiday season dreading the ugly sweater that your great aunt Olga got you… She at least took the time to think of you and go shopping.