Advent Day One: Decorate the house for Christmas.
I’m pretty sure last year’s Christmas decorating tilted towards “Christmas Explodes in Your Face! Like a Bomb!”
This year I decided to get slightly less aggressive with my Christmas decor. Maybe if was the four days of rain which also equaled four days of mud, but this year I was just hoping for “Uncluttered”.
I’m testing out a working theory which postulates that either other people just have better personalities than I do (You: Yes), or else they just have better Christmas decorations. Regardless, in my mind, decorating the house for Christmas is a magical experience, filmed in soft focus, while white lights twinkle, and Christmas carols play softly in the distance and I wear a sweaterdress and boots and scatter decorations, smiling angelically. Maybe I pause sometimes, and study a festive arrangements of nuts or something, and sip some hot cocoa.
In reality, my husband and I dragged the two filthy rubbermaid totes in from the garage in the middle of a torrential downpour. At some point someone pried one open and scattered decorations all over the table. Christmas decorations were everywhere and every time I unveiled one corner of the dining room table, someone else would put something else there that I’d have to stop and clean up or wash or put in the dishwasher or throw out. One of the totes was filled with broken ornaments which I had to extract before I could do anything. The magazine trees from last year were smashed and sticky. Mr. E sat on the couch with his Iphone playin Boggle with strangers while Scooby Doo blared on the television. I don’t own any sweaterdresses, am not a big fan of cocoa. Hmmmm.
Next year, dammit, there will be Christmas carols, and I will set aside a time for decorating during which we do nothing else and we will not be watching Scooby Doo while we do it! NOT EVEN A CHRISTMAS THEMED EPISODE OF SCOOBY DOO! No one will make any appointments to get the oil changed in the car and it will be magical! I will buy a sweaterdress DAMMIT, see if I don’t.
Advent Day Two: Buy a Toy For a Needy Child
So now that we have celebrated Advent Day One with dashed expectations and crabbiness, we can move onto abject despair. Ha ha ha, not really. Well, kind of.
Every year we “buy a toy for a needy child” but last year Eli still didn’t really get it and I donated something I didn’t want of his to Goodwill, because 1. I am a bad person and 2. what I wanted to do was that thing where they have a tree at the mall, you draw a name, you buy A Child, Boy, Age 8, A Transformer, but I couldn’t find one of those trees anywhere. This year, it turns out that at Eli’s school, they send home a big list and they ask for donations for children in each class who are “identified by the teacher.” whose families need extra help at the holidays. Besides cash, they ask for things like non perishable food, new clothes, toys, and coats.
I’ll let that sink in for a bit. Children who go to school with Eli need COATS. Children sitting with my son, who has never known hunger, never known need, who gets pretty much everything he has ever wanted, who has FIVE coats, there are children in his class who need food, clothing, and coats. It makes me sick to my stomach, is what it does. I wish I could do more, I wish so much I could do more. Anyway. We are giving money, we are giving food, and Eli very carefully examined all the Lego sets at Target and picked out what he thought was the very best one for someone his age.
But man, nothing makes you really feel like an asshole quite like explaining to your son that some kids parents don’t have enough money to get them toys at Christmas. All the while buying buying buying, so you can shower your kids with things. It’s pretty screwed up, but I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know what to do about it, and it’s just really not put me in the Christmas spirit, but we did what we could. I wish it was more.
And that’s Advent so far. Jeez.
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