It’s around this time of year that I intensely miss being a kid. Every year, Christmastime just seems to grow more stressful and less fun. I’m not a complete scrooge. When Christmas Eve finally arrives and my entire family shows up at my parent’s house, I know I will have a blast. I will finally begin to have fun and enjoy the holidays. There will be no more presents to buy. There will be plenty of wine to drink and food to be eaten. My family knows how to party and Christmas is no different. Until then though, bah humbug.
I believe it’s the period leading up to Christmas that really gets me down. As a kid, I would make a countdown to Christmas made of strips of paper fastened into rings. Each morning, I would jump out of bed and rip off one of the rings. I would count each one even though I knew exactly how many days we had left until the big day. Nowadays, I look at that string of rings and it only looks like one thing.
Every day that a ring disappears means one less day for me to find the perfect presents for the ones I love which also means I have one less day to find the money to pay for said presents. I need to decorate the house. I need to mail out Christmas cards (this never ends up happening). I need to get ahead of my work at the office so I can take the needed time off for travel. The noose tightens every day that I don’t get something done. Yesterday, I decided to drink wine instead of wrapping presents. It seemed like a great idea at the time. Bah humbug.
Eventually, time will run out but everything will be finished. I always get it done in the nick of time but knowing that doesn’t make it any easier. I’m still searching for one gift for my niece; the one I know she needs to have. It’s taken so long that I will have to pay over $100 to ship everything across the country to my sister and her family. By now, Christmas feels more like a punishment. Where did the fun go?
What happened to making wish lists and mailing them to Santa?
What happened to shoveling dinner down your throat in world record time so you could get to the presents?
What happened to setting out milk and cookies for Santa? Don’t forget about the reindeer either! Carrots for them.
What happened to staying up all night in the hopes to hear the reindeer’s feet on the roof? I always fell asleep within twenty minutes.
I’ll tell you what happened. I grew up. The big secret was revealed. No Santa. No magic. No more fun.
I know I’m sounding like a giant Scrooge right now. Trust me, I’m not as bad as you might think. On Saturday, I’ll head home to the house I grew up in. All my shopping will be done (hopefully!) and all there will be left to do is drink wine and laugh. I’ll get to see my family. I’ll open presents. I’ll give presents. I’ll have a great time.
But for now, I miss being a kid.
I miss Santa.
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