I am not sure what exactly happened this year, but I have no Christmas spirit. We are not religious, but like so many, we do celebrate Christmas as a cultural event in our house. By now I should have all the decorations out, the tree should be up, but all of it is still in the attic.
We were eating dinner yesterday and I was wondering how my husband feels about it. “Honey, what are we going to do about Christmas this year?” I asked and his answer surprised me.
“When did Christmas become a Holiday Season?” he asked and I nodded. I knew what he meant and I knew how he felt, because I feel the same way.
We were watching TV on Thanksgiving and they showed Christmas movies already then, back in October. Some TV channels play them during the months of November and December and continue to do so until New Years. It’s like they are shoveling Christmas down my throat and it doesn’t feel good.
The stores filled the shelves with Christmas items the day after Halloween and some of the stores started to play Christmas music around the same time.
A few of our neighbors put Christmas trees up before Thanksgiving. Maybe it’s just my husband and me who feel overwhelmed by a Holiday Season, that has nothing to do with the Christmas we once loved.
Who decided that Christmas would be a 6 week celebration and why didn’t I get the memo?
In our house it wasn’t the Grinch who stole Christmas, it was taken from us by the commerce. Everything is happening to soon and too fast. I miss the excitement, the anticipation that we felt when we were younger.
The last three months of the year are the busiest for me. I have to work hard until the 24th of December; the last items will be picked up at noon that day and then I can close up and finally have time to breath. Until then I continue to run around like a chicken with its head cut off.
“They asked for Volunteers at work,” he said and I was wondering what he was talking about when he continued,” They asked for 4 Volunteers to go out of town from the 18th to the 28th of December for a big project.”
“Do you want to celebrate Christmas this year?” I asked him and we looked at each other. I didn’t know right away what I was feeling. I miss the quiet Christmases, the once we grew up with. When has it all become such a big spectacle?
“How about we postpone Christmas?” I said and my better half gave me the look. “We could celebrate at the 28th,” there I said it and I actually felt good about it.
“People would think we are crazy,” he said in between a few bites. “They think we are crazy anyway and we both laughed.
We talked about something else, but the idea didn’t leave me alone.
It would be the perfect solution. Every year I am so tired and so overworked at the 24th, that I really don’t enjoy Christmas evening that much. The only thing I wish for on Christmas is sleep.
The 25th is just a big gift opening event and we don’t really do that anymore, since all our Godchildren are adults now.
“Do you want to go to North Carolina and work during Christmas?” I asked him and he smiled. “I am not sure. It’s triple pay and the project is interesting.”
“You had me with triple pay” I thought and I almost felt relieved.
Even religious people know that the 24th is just a made up date for the birth of Jesus, so it they (whoever THEY are) can set a date, why can’t we?
We talked about it some more and we decided to do it. We are postponing Christmas and will celebrate it at the 28th. That day I will stay well rested with red cheeks in our kitchen and I will prepare a big Christmas feast for the 4 guys who have been out of town.
I can go shopping on the 26th, when everything will be marked down…how much fun is that?
I think I got my spunk back…now I just have to find the Christmas spirit –it must be somewhere around here- and we all will have a ball.