the christmas progression
When I was a kid I dreaded the holiday season.
This was mostly because I was jealous that my classmates came back from Christmas vacation with awesome things like Jelly Shoes and Michael Jackson records (yes, I am THAT old), while I came back with nothing but memories of fighting with my siblings for 2 weeks.
That’s why I always promised myself that when I got married I’d make Christmas a big deal. And I did.
For one year anyway, until I realized that making a turkey for 20 people in a tiny European-sized oven, cleaning a s@#$-ton of dishes in a tiny European-sized dishwasher, and then paying someone to chop up our Christmas tree on December 26th (Homeowner’s Association Rule # 15, Section 7) is really not as fun as I thought it would be.
Here’s how things progressed after year one:
- Year 2: We bought a 4 foot tree, called over our parents, and pre-ordered a turkey from Bristol Farms.
- Year 3: We bought a table top tree from Trader Joe’s, invited my brother over, and I made Shake ‘N Bake.
- Year 4: We celebrated Christmas at an Italian restaurant in Dubai.
- Year 5: Maya burst onto the scene and we forewent Christmas altogether as her nonstop screaming gave us no alternative.
Now that Maya is older I am once again making an effort. Mostly because I don’t want her to be the kid who doesn’t come back to school in January with Lip Smackers or a collection of very cool erasers.
(Can you tell I’m still traumatized from my elementary school days?)
So Christmas will never be a Hallmark moment – our pre-lit fake Kmart tree will forever ensure that. But I’m thinking that as long as I stay away from the Shake ‘N Bake things will likely be…okay.