|Really, does Christmas need to mean anything more than a leg lamp?|
While I apologize for compiling yet another list, I really want to write about what the holiday season means to me.
- Eat N Park commercials
- The memories of my sister and I sliding down the steps on our stomachs in our Winnie-the-Pooh footie pajamas, after waiting what seemed to be hours for Dad to get the video camera set up. It was later in life that we figured out he was moving so slowly because of how hungover he was from his cousin's annual Christmas Eve party the night before.
- My mom's meticulously decorated home, which would put Martha Stewart to shame.
- The tacky decorations that still found their way into Mom's meticulously decorated home.
|Yes, please get her more Christmas candles.|
- My first Christmas presents from T: A pair of Dr. Marten boots and and giant stuffed dolphin. I still have them.
- Exchanging gifts with my girlfriends over a fabulous dinner and wine.
- Singing along to Christmas songs in the car, especially "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer."
- My sister and I putting on a hilarious performance of the "Twelve Days of Christmas" complete with full-body interpretive dance. Grandma was so patient in watching the whole thing. Every. Single. Year.
- The 30-person Christmas dinners which would culminate in several hours worth of Left, Right, Center until Pap would yell we were keeping him awake. ("Jesus Christ, what's the matter with you people?! It's 3:00 in the goddamn morning!")
- This video
- Appreciating Hanukkah
- Coming home to packages on my doorstep
- Holiday sales.
- FaceTime with L.E.'s super-awesome godparents
- Prime rib, manicotti and shrimp scampi for Christmas dinner.
- Chinese food for Christmas Eve lunch or dinner.
- Driving across town to see Christmas lights.
- Dressing L.E. in ridiculous holiday garb.
- Santa pictures!
- Taking candy and cookies to work so I don't eat it all myself.
- Feeling comfortable enough in my own skin to know that I am going to spend the entire month of December eating with reckless abandon and not feeling guilty about it.
- A blizzard of wrapping paper, ribbons, bows and bags.
- Singing along in church.
- Wishing for snow.
- A haphazardly decorated Christmas tree without breakable ornaments (New this year!)
|I can't reach!|
- Christmas socks
- Crying to Christmas songs in the car, especially "Christmas in Canon D".
- Holiday-themed potholders and dish towels.
- Keeping seasonal affective disorder at bay.
- Using the "good" china.
- All of my obnoxious singing/dancing decorations.
- 24 hours of "A Christmas Story".
- Holiday episodes of TV shows. (Last year's Community was epic. And let's not forget Festivus!)
- Establishing new traditions with my little family.
- Feeling guilty we won't see our parents but knowing we'll see them in a few months.
- Giving to those who are less fortunate and promising to do so throughout the year.
- Believing in Santa.
- Loving my family and friends more than I could ever dream possible.
It's your turn now. What does the holiday season mean to you?