I can’t believe Halloween is over. It’s such a blast. We decorate a little more for Halloween than other holidays. We even throw a cute little “monster mash” for our family and friends.
And who doesn’t like trick-or-treating? Besides Thanksgiving, Halloween is a favorite holiday. In my opinion, it doesn’t get the attention it deserves.
Anyway, most readers know that I am not a fan of Christmas, although my grinchiness has dwindled because of Hannah Jo’s excitement. My head hurts already thinking of all the crap that goes into this one particular day.
The pressure already is on. Radio stations are ready to play carols. Stores are displaying peekaboo deals. Facebook and Instagram friends are counting down. For two months, the world becomes a Christmas frenzy.
Honestly, the frenzy isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. The cold weather stinks. Family angst stinks. Putting up a tree and decorating also is a pain in the butt.
What can I do? I am up for suggestions.
Would it be so bad if I just didn’t decorate for Christmas? Would the Lord or Santa Claus be upset? I know my husband would be disappointed. I am sure our 3½-year-old also would question why our house isn’t all glittered up. Maybe our family and friends would notice, but do I really care?
My therapist said to make my own traditions and not allow the past to affect the future. Don’t give or receive gifts. She said volunteer somewhere to give back. All this winter wonderland of advice is great, but I don’t want to do any of it. I just want to order pizza and chill on the couch and say a prayer.
Thinking back, the only Christmas I thoroughly have enjoyed was on a cruise ship in the middle of the Caribbean or Mexico. I don’t remember where we actually were, but it was peaceful. And just so I am not considered a bad mom, Hannah Jo’s first Christmas was cool, too.
Christmas is truly celebrating the birth of Christ, and honestly, I don’t even want to go to church, either. As long as I am a good Christian, I don’t think God will hold it against me.
Ugh, the Grinch mode is starting sooner than I expected. Maybe this year I need better medicine or better booze.
What do you readers think? How do you get through the holidays?
• Becca Hirst is a proud DeKalb resident who writes about her life as a working mother. She hopes to bring more enjoyment to and less shaming and judging of herself and other mothers. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.