Once social media came out, and everyone started posting photos of their Christmas traditions, matching PJ’s, cookie baking, and reenacting the Nativity story, I felt a little sad that my family never had any traditions. I have always felt a little shafted. I wish me and my sisters would get cute matching pjs and take photos in front of the tree, all the nieces and nephews would get dressed in pillow cases and sheets and revently play out the story of baby Jesus. My mom would make her delicious sugar cookie recipe and dad would smoke a ham outside while playing touch football with all the men. Meanwhile Nat King Cole christmas music is constantly playing and everyone has perma grins on.
Does this ACTUALLY happen in anyones family?
For my dreamer soul I hope this actually goes down somewhere, but in reality I know that it doesn’t. It’s a rare occasion that families get together and something catastrophic doesn’t happen. Fights, insults, backhanded comments and even tears, with any family they happen when everyone gets together.
Christmas season to me is the happiest and the saddest time of the year. Stress starts to set in from all the money, travel and late nights spent. We are at our wits ends. Hoping that the diet coke will perk us up, the sugar for breakfast will keep you happy as you watch your nieces and nephews open WAY too many toys. You sit there and wonder why in the world did you even bother spending money on them? You obviously cannot compete with the ipad and huge castle with 100 barbies that was just purchased.
When the glitter settles and the magic is over, you sit and reflect. At least I do.
I had dinner with a close friend after christmas and we exchanged family horror stories from the holiday, her situations made mine feel less traumatic and my story made her realize how thankful hers wasn’t as chaotic. We sat there wondering how many friends after christmas share honest details of their “Family time” Maybe we are the only two? Maybe we are the only ones that are honest about our dealings. Maybe we are the only two that lie when people ask how the holiday was. “It was good, how was yours?” No one ever says “It was stressful! next year we are not buying anyone anything and going to Fiji”…. I wish!
I know this sounds like a negative rant, but the truth about all of this is, truth. My story is a little exaggerated. I do have a unique family, and comparison is the thief of joy and we all think the grass is greener…
We did have fun at christmas, it was the 1st time in about 15 years that all siblings were around the christmas tree at the same time. I made sugar cookies and had my nieces decorate them. My mom and I had a good laugh at our terrible christmas dinner we made. The men went and flew model airplanes and drove race cars. Nick and I saw Saving Mr. Banks. My mom made crepes. Whenever my mother opened presents it was emotional. There were not arguments or contention on Christmas day. It was nice.
I wish sometimes that I couldn’t see what others did on the holidays, that I couldn’t see the beautiful table setting, or the warm family picture with all 24 family members smiling and wearing the same pjs. The ginormous christmas tree perfectly decorated with professionally wrapped gifts. I wish that we didn’t feel the need to flaunt our gifts on Instagram and Facebook. I liked the days when we face to face flaunted our goods, that way the expression of self gluttony can be received.
FYI I am guilty of posting a pic, at least I am aware now that I am an idiot!
So next year, I hope christmas is as crazy if not crazier than this year. Bring on the tree catching on fire, the cat getting wrapped in a box, the turkey getting way over cooked. The crazy uncle ruining everything, a stressful dad about to go clinically insane and your boss stiffing you on your well deserved bonus…wait didn’t someone make a movie like this?
Anyways, I hope everyone was able to see what Christmas was truly about, see past the flaws and the “I wishes” and had a very merry day!