I just don’t feel it. There is no Christmas spirit this year. There’s just a tree crowding my already tiny living room with all the ornaments grouped together because Addie is OCD and can’t handle the two Cinderella shoes not being a pair. I don’t care, the tree is for them anyway.
We made sugar cookies the other night. Prepackaged, because there is just not enough Martha Stewart or Alton Brown in me to whip up a batch from scratch. I suspect I should have made all of us take a nap first, because there was no heartwarming goodness as Emma, Addie and I iced the cookies. Just bickering and whining. And me wishing I could put my head in the oven. Do your kids drive you up the wall, too? Or is it just my heathen children.
I lay the blame for my lack of spirit on my husband. At least, partly. He is turning out to be a gigantic Scrooge. It might be because he had to work Black Friday and the next day and the next day and the next day until he could care less about the holidays. I don’t really blame him.
Also, I am forced to listen to someone else’s idea of good Christmas music everyday. I am a wee bit picky (editor’s note: controlling freak, more like it) when it comes to good Christmas music. I’m sure that other people find my personal choice in Christmas music just as annoying as I find everyone else’s. Can we say Mele Kalikimaka, ala Bing Crosby? No one loves that song but me, I think.
Also, does anyone else find it just a little desensitizing to find stores and malls decorate for Christmas in July?
I thought today I would head to my mental attic and dig around for my favorite Christmas memories, namely gifts. I’ve had 33 years of Christmas gifts now, but I only really remember a few. Sorry Mom. I’m sure that sucks to read.
Here’s a few I can remember really well.
The Monchichi doll. We used to sing “Monchichi Monchichi, big fat Monchichi…” I don’t know who came up with the lyrics, but they were genius as you can see. The Monchichi sucked thumbs, too. Great big bulbus thumbs.
Who else out there cut their board game teeth on Operation? The impossibly small pieces you had to extract with the tee tiny tweezers and the alarm that buzzed into your very bones.
The teenage soap opera series also known as Sweet Valley High. A tale of two twin sisters, Jessica and Elizabeth. Jessica being the wild one and Elizabeth the smart and sweet one, except the book where she bumps her head and turns wild and macks on Bruce, the arrogant rich boy in high school…yes, I was a giant fan of Sweet Valley High.