Bah Humbug

I know 'tis the season and all that, but I can't help but get a little cranky and stressed this time of year. It feels like there's too much to do, and not enough time to do it. And I do resent the fact that I run around like a chicken with my head cut off to make my kids' Christmas extra special, and some freakin' fictional fat guy gets all the glory. Bah humbug indeed. Plus, I have to take care of all the shopping not only for my own side of the family, but A's as well--and they don't even celebrate Christmas! It sure must be nice to be A, to just walk around oblivious to all the behind-the-scenes work and just say, "so, what did we get for my parents?" ARGH! At the end of the day, it's all OK though because I do love this time of year, and I think H and T do, too. I want them to have incredible Christmas memories, because sadly, I don't have any. It's not that I had bad Christmases, it's just that my parents never got into the whole "Santa-is-coming-leave-milk-and-cookies-open-gifts-Christmas-morning" thing so I don't really remember ever believing in Santa. When I was a kid, I remember my mom wrapping gifts in front of me, signing "from Santa" and then handing them to me to place under the tree. She wasn't a Scrooge--Santa just was not part of her culture so was not even on her radar. H and T truly do believe, and I want them to keep that magic and innocence as long as they can, even if Mom is a big Grinch sometimes.

Another Scrooge-y comment: 'Tis the season for terrible misuse of the apostrophe. Don't card companies have an obligation to correct "Happy Holiday's" or "From the Brown's"?