One month from today is Christmas Day, and like many people, I am counting down the days until it arrives, but for a different reason. I do not like Christmas. At all. More accurately, I do not like what Christmas has become. At all. I am counting down the days until Christmas is over and done for one more year. The most wonderful time of the year for me is when Christmas gives way to the fresh start that a new year brings, and it cannot get here soon enough.
I cannot blame my lack of love for Christmas on growing older and more cynical, for even as a little girl, Christmas wasn’t the magical season for me that it seemed to be for others. There was no definitive moment or event that dashed my Christmas spirit, as I always remember feeling an underlying melancholy during the holidays that was exasperated by the societal pressure to be merry and bright. Today, those holiday blues crept out once again to remind me that I feel like I belong on the Island of Misfit Toys during the holiday season.
I will confess to enjoying the twinkle of Christmas lights against the black dark of winter’s night, and certain Christmas songs have special meaning for me. For the most part, though, I can do without the overdose of holiday parties, shopping, gifts, cards, and all of the other tasks that stress me out more than warm my heart. I don’t begrudge anyone who chooses to embrace Christmas to the fullest, and I don’t spoil other people’s enjoyment of the season’s festivities. My daughters and I will decorate our home, light our Advent candles, and exchange gifts with loved ones, but I will forgo the following;
- shopping in a frenzy. On-line shopping and buying from local shops are where it’s at!
- sending out cards. I stopped doing this 2 years ago, and the time and money it saved me were gifts to myself. I felt like a rebel!
- attending parties with people I don’t enjoy spending time with the other 11 months a year, so, I won’t feel obligated to do so now, just because it’s December.
- feeling guilty that I am not a tinsel tossing, carol singing, red and green wearing, ho-ho-ho-ing ambassador of Christmas cheer. I am not exactly Scrooge or the Grinch, but I am not overly holly or jolly, either. I am perfectly okay with this.
So, there you have it. This confession may earn me a lump of coal, but I believe that confession is good for the soul. Let the countdown to Christmas now begin.
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