I don’t know about you guys, but I am not feeling in the holiday spirit this year, which is just not normal for me. I mean, you’re talking to the girl who put up her Christmas tree before Thanksgiving last year, the one who’s always all about Black Friday shopping and making holiday treats. This year? Meh. I’m enjoying our tree. I’m drinking my weekend coffee in a holiday mug. I’m listening to my 98* Christmas album circa 1999. But I just can’t get into it. I’m not even enjoying Christmas movies like I usually do.
Maybe it’s the unseasonably warm weather or the fact that I’m away from my family, but it’s bugging me. I am not the “bah humbug” type. I even made a “Baby It’s Cold Outside” board on Pinterest to get me feeling more Christmasy. No dice.
Anyway. I’m not giving up. So today, I’m thinking of some favorite holiday memories in an attempt to get into it. Here we go!
Earilest Christmas Memory
The year I was 3, Cabbage Patch Kids mania was sweeping the nation. In classic three year old fashion, I insisted I wasn’t interested in the dolls–until the week before Christmas. Bless
my dear mother Santa for running around all of creation and finding a doll just for me so I could experience that Christmas morning magic. And magic it was.
I crept down the steps in my itchy Christmas pajamas, turned to my right, and there she was. In a pale blue dress with a tiny blonde curl on top of her head, perched on our old red velvet sofa. She had that sweet, baby powdery smell that was the signature of Cabbage Patch dolls, and I was beyond ecstatic to call her my own.
One of my most magical Christmas memories for sure.
Playing Nice Memory
To say that my brother and I didn’t get along as kids is the biggest understatement possibly ever. We loathed each other. There was one particular altercation where he spit in my hair, and I retaliated by stepping on his face and breaking his nose. Seriously. We did not mess around. But somehow, on Christmas, we always found a way to like each other. One year, we took all of the empty cardboard wrapping paper tubes and duct taped them together into a long tunnel that stretched from his bed to mine so we could talk to each other on Christmas Eve after we went to bed. I think that was the same year I woke up at 3:30 am, got him up, and tried to make our parents get up. Little did I know, they had only been in bed an hour after assembling toys all night. We were promptly banished back to bed until it was light out. Boooo.
Favorite Holiday Tradition
This is a tough one–my parents did an awesome job of making some pretty special traditions for our family, like baking a ridiculous amount of cut out cookies and crowding around the kitchen table to
fight over icing and sprinkles decorate them. Or piling in the car to drive around town, listen to Christmas carols, and look at lights. But I have to say our Christmas Eve traditions are my favorite. We go to a late afternoon mass, then come home, change into comfy clothes, and eat our way through the evening. While my parents make a ridiculously delicious dinner (think filet mignon wrapped in bacon, twice baked potatoes), we all snack on cheese and crackers and (as adults) drink wine. After dinner, we gather in the formal living room to open 2 gifts: Christmas PJ’s and an ornament. My mom picks out something to remind us of the past year, something significant about our life or our experience that year. I have lots of running ornaments, and I love them all! If we only ever did our nuclear family Christmas Eve every year, I would be happy. It’s the best.
Favorite Romantical Memory
File this under “I am the densest person alive.” When I was 14, I had a crush on a boy, as do many 14 year old girls. I had (very awkwardly) gone to the homecoming dance with my crush back in October, but we hadn’t chatted much after that, and in my adolescent girl way, I assumed he wasn’t interested. Except. Except. Right before Christmas, he called and said he had something for me and could he bring it over? Uh–yeah! I was beyond thrilled that the boy I liked not only had a gift for me, but he was coming over to my house. Big moment, folks. The gift, was this:
Yes, I googled and found a picture of the exact ornament, although I’m sure it’s still floating around somewhere. Anyway, I thanked him somewhat confusedly. I mean, I’m not a cat person. And I don’t like sailing. I so didn’t get it. Thank God my mom explained it. Not only did the boy I liked bring me a gift and come to my house, he liked me!!!
Guys: if you ever want to tell a girl you like her, Christmas is a great time to do it. In fact, I think I’d enjoy something just like this even now. So if my crush is reading, you can go ahead and get on that. 😉
Alright, that’s all I’ve got, but I must say, this absolutely did cheer me up and get me feeling Christmasy! YAY!
What’s your earliest holiday memory? Funniest? Best? Favorite? Most romantical 😉???