When it comes to the holiday season, I have two
personalities:
2. I hate Christmas. I hate the traffic at the stores.
I hate the pressure to find everyone, even your kid’s school bus driver, the
perfect gift. I hate the pressures family members and friends put on you during
the holidays. I hate how my schedule is always jammed packed with holiday
get-togethers. I hate how Christmas decorations were put up in my neighborhood
right after Halloween, prompting even my seven year old to call the workers
hanging the wreaths “jerks.” It’s all just too much and makes me want to go and
hide until January.
So this year I am embracing my bi-polar nature by allowing one to become
prominent, while killing the other (kind of like Spider Man vs. his dark alter
ego). I have decided to LOVE Christmas . . .and do away with everything I
hate about it. Technology is going a long way in helping me do that.
I will not hit a mall parking lot. I am doing all my shopping online this year
. . .every last little stocking stuffer. Thanks to amazing shopping sites
like Amazon.com, Shop.com, Overstock.com, etc. it’s super easy. Sure I
pay shipping, but online coupons are easy to find and I’m not paying taxes on
the items. So for the few dollars extra I spend on shipping, my gas money,
time and sanity are saved.
I am putting up a fake Christmas tree. That’s right, I said it. For years I
have been a “real tree” snob – even trekking out into the woods to cut our own
tree, demanding the smell of real pine in my living room. But that smell only
lasts a few days anyway. This year I’m saving the trip to the forest, the
vacuuming of dropping needles and the constant watering. I am putting up a
plastic tree. I don’t think Santa will notice.
I’m cutting down my Christmas card list. Thanks to social media sites
like Facebook, I am in touch regularly with so many people. It’s wonderful to
have connected with so many new and old friends. Via social media applications
we are able to share family stories, travel stories, work stories, pictures of
our kids, etc. on a daily basis. So why do they all need a card from me?
Only a few family members who may not be online (Grandpa) will get cards this
year. And I can personalize those at www.ritzpix.com.
I’m cutting down my gift list. Read my lips: No. More. Adult. Gifts. I mean,
get serious. Does your Dad really need another DVD or dress shirt? Does your
cousin really need that lotion from Bath&Body Works? The answer is no.
And any grown adult who “demands” gifts on Christmas doesn’t deserve them.
So I am not going to stress over what to purchase them and save myself a trip
to the post office for shipping. Instead, we have decided to pool our
adult-gift money and put it to something more meaningful – donating to a
charity of our choice. That’s much more in the holiday spirit, wouldn’t you
agree? And if I see something that I really think a loved one will want, I’ll
just get it for them “just because,” anytime of the year. That seems like a
more meaningful gift to me anyway.
I’m saying “no.” I do not have to attend every holiday cocktail party I’m
invited to. I don’t. You can’t make me. It’s that simple. I will, if I so
choose instead, stay home in my PJs and read a book by the light of my plastic
tree. Guilt-free. I’m sure your party was wonderful, and it doesn’t mean I
don’t love you . . . but a girl can only handle so much.
So I’m going to be jolly this Christmas, folks. I’m going to deck my halls and
get excited about the holidays. I will not let it stress me out. I will
utilize my Blackberry, Kindle, and laptop for online shopping. I will download
Christmas tunes on my Blackberry. I will enjoy the wonder and excitement in my
children’s faces as we track Santa’s progress via NORAD’s website on Christmas
Eve. I will spend more time enjoying life this holiday season and less time
stressed out. Sounds like a wonderful holiday gift to myself and to my
family.
Oh, and as for Thanksgiving dinner . . .we have reservations at a restaurant
for my entire family. No cooking. No dishes. Bliss. Oh, and I will
not nor will I require any family member to eat green eggs and ham. Hmmm.
By Kira Perdue