Well Color Me…..

My ramblings on the world in general and my life in particular

…done with the holidays

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As a kid, I LOVED the holidays.  It started in October with Halloween, built up through Thanksgiving, and then moved into Christmas and New Years.  It was great.

I agonized for months over what costume I would wear at Halloween, and what the most optimal route would be for getting the most candy in the shortest amount of time.

Thanksgiving was always the best because we had 4, count em, 4 days off from school, plus there was all that nummy food.  We’ll just pretend there was never any cranberry sauce on the table.

From there, it was just a short hop skip and a jump to Christmas, but it seemed to drag on into infinity.  Would it snow? Would Santa come? Would I *GASP* get coal in my stocking?  Yes, there was one unforgettable year when I did indeed get coal in my stocking.

But as a kid, my absolute favorite was New Years Eve.  We used to go to my mother’s cousin’s house, and since we’re Italian, there was always all sorts of good Italian food and Chinese food (don’t ask, just accept), and the adults played a card game called 7 1/2 and I always felt so grown up when they would let me sit in for a few hands.

Then adulthood struck and the holidays became infinitely less fun.  I worried and obsessed over my kids getting tainted candy, and the logistics of trying to take them out trick or treating and still being able to hand out candy.

Thanksgiving was still all sorts of nummy food (with no cranberry sauce since I do the cooking) but there is the stress of the actual cooking.  All that work for a meal that lasts 20 minutes is so depressing.  Plus by the time I actually sit down to eat, I’m not even hungry, lol.

Christmas – is Christmas, I LOVE finding the perfect gifts for people, but I inevitably worry about money (like right now).  But there is another problem with Christmas, and i realize how incredibly selfish I sound when I say this.  I absolutely HATE not having any surprises for me under the tree, and I hate hate hate having to buy all the stuff for my stocking.  There is NO fun in that.  Don’t get me wrong, I get some nice things for Christmas, and I am SUPER appreciative for every single gift that I get, but there is usually nothing under the tree that I didn’t know about.  It’s silly and it’s stupid, but it bums me out. Yes, I KNOW that’s not what Christmas is supposed to be about, but I’m just slightly materialistic every now and again, and this is one of those times.

Now it’s time for New Years, and I’ve turned into a new year’s grinch.  I really have.  I am so paranoid about the unsafe driving of other people, that I prefer to just stay home and veg out.  Its not exciting, but it’s safe, lol.

From there we move  into the “lesser” holidays of Valentines Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter (which is not a lesser holiday religiously,) and into the  “Summer” BBQ type holidays of Memorial Day, 4th of July and Labor day, and from there, we cruise right back into the  holiday season again.  Talk about a vicious circle lol.

In any event, I hope everybody had a wonderful Christmas and has a safe and happy New Years.  I’ll be the one at home eating take out chinese and watching a Glee marathon or something 🙂


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  1. We WILL NOT forget that there is Cranberry Sauce on the table…it is the BEST part!!! 🙁

    But, I know what you mean…my mom always gives me cash, and my kids and husband never get me anything…his love language is “acts of service”, and he’s NEVER been a good gift getter. My stocking is ALWAYS the only empty one. I gave up on filling it. I dont need the candy anyway. Jessica did get me some sparkly black shoes this year, but they didnt fit, so I have to return them, but it was a really nice gesture, and I appreciated the effort.
    I do love seeing the looks on their faces though when I manage to surprise them!!
    We’re just “grownups” now I guess. ;(

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