I made a list a while back (and I'm checking it twice!!) of things I blogged in my head. This was one of those topics, and while I've changed my mind and re-thought most of my ideas, I still have lots to say.
Christmas, the good. I love Christmas. Really, really love it. Last year, I finally put a number of ghosts to rest (I blogged about it here) and this year, I've managed to avoid the mood swings. I love the decorations. I wait all year to put up my tree. When I move into a new house, one of the first things I think about is "Where will I put my tree?" The music comes out, the candles get lit. Shopping for kids is more fun than I ever thought possible! I like the friends coming over, the quiet evenings, the food, the whole thing.
Christmas, the bad. Refer to the blog link above. There are always hidden thoughts, skeletons in the closet and past holidays to contend with.
I do NOT enjoy the forced charity. I don't mind giving to charity. I don't mind helping my fellow man. I do mind being asked every day for some cause or another. I don't like being made to feel bad when my pockets run empty and my mood of giving ends. As a teacher, I get asked by my own students, the random students I meet in the halls, and the parents of other kids to buy overpriced chocolate, ugly ornaments, stale popcorn, and tickets to events no sane person wants to see.
As a teacher, the last week before Christmas break is pure hell. Nobody wants to work. The principal says "No movies, please." I agree with him, and then discover that I am one of the very few teachers still teaching that week. The kids are dealing with their own Christmas issues, which for some include questions like "where am I going to get food once the councellor is gone home for break?"
Christmas, the ugly. Nasty shoppers. Drunk drivers. Tacky decorations. More tacky stuff. The inevitable fights between families, all wanting to spend the best moments with each other, but not willing to get through the worst moments.
For now, my terrors are small. They haven't yet figured out that Christmas is when they should demand toys, toys, and more toys. Hubby and I like to spend time together. Our families are far enough away that we don't have the option of fighting with them. As for the tacky decorations? Well, lets just say it's a good thing Martha Steward isn't invited to my place. It's all just the way I like it!