I love Christmas. Let me just put that out there first. So you don’t think I’m The Grinch or Ms. Scrooge or anything. I love Christmas. I love an excuse to wear red outfits, to do something different with my apartment, I love the party invitations, I love that even people who wouldn’t think of writing a handwritten Post-it note at any other time during the year will send holiday cards. I love gifts – both giving them and getting them.
I love Christmas. I love the smell of fresh trees when I pass by the stands on the sidewalk, I love the sounds of the kettle-bell ringers, the taste of seasonal things like peppermint candy and sorrel and Jamaican black cake. I even love the cheesy Hallmark movies and I try to see at least a few of them every year just so I can indulge in a good cry. I love carollers outside my window at five in the morning although living in NYC, people singing outside my window in the middle of the night or early morning is just not a Christmas occurrence (you decide if that’s good or bad)
I love Ugly Christmas sweaters. I love the 12 days of Ugly Christmas sweaters on The Tonight Show. I love 12 days of giveaways on the Ellen show. Then again, maybe I just love every opportunity to get free stuff.
I love that even people who don’t go to church regularly make their annual visit for Christmas. I love that people who wouldn’t talk about Jesus at any other time defend their right to wish someone Merry Christ-mas instead of Happy Holidays.
I don’t love that the “season” lasts for a full month – from Thanksgiving to New Years. I dont love that for an entire month, Christmas is all everyone will talk about, all the blogs and all the TV morning shows are about Christmas decorating ideas. Sometimes, I watch or read but really, I’m thinking, “Enough already!” How many ways can you really put tinsel and ornaments on a tree? Honestly, no matter how interesting and innovative Martha Stewart-esque ideas are, I’ll probably never even attempt any of the projects.
I don’t love the expectation that everyone should do as you do. I don’t love the pressure to do what everyone else does. I’m an individual! I occasionally think my own thoughts and dance to the beat of my own, out-of-tune drum! I don’t love the arguments about whether or not the church should be decorated with a tree because the Christmas tree has roots in pagan celebration. I don’t love the stupid arguments about Starbucks red cups and controversial ads and whether a thin Santa Claus is “weird”. Everyone else wants to eat right and workout and lose weight and get to their healthiest self. Why not Santa?
I don’t love the stress of where to spend Christmas. I don’t love how depressed some people get at Christmas because they can’t forget all the things and all the people they lost. I know it’s hard to lose a loved one. My mom lost her mother on Christmas Day and every year we think about her and call her name but we think about her all through the year too. Every day is a new reason to be sad or to be joyful. You have to choose joy every single time!
I don’t love the way people put themselves in debt buying extravagant presents, trying to outdo everyone else, trying to top what they bought last year. I am all for gift giving (see above) but a gift can be something simple. I’m not recommending that you fill your Christmas stockings with lumps of clay. But you don’t have to break the bank or max your credit card either. Handmade gifts can be the most personal and most appreciated. A lump of clay modeled to look like me. Why not!
But if you insist on buying gifts, may I recommend that you click here to check out my Avon store? Lots of great deals here today. Lots of free stuff if you like that kind of thing too. Wink wink.