Ah, Christmas. I've had many varied experiences with this holiday, in just about every climate imaginable (except desert; I don't think I've ever had a desert Christmas), and I'd have to say I'm looking forward to this one the most. I've recently added to my family, and due to the failures in my own life, I'm really looking forward to living vicariously through my children. That includes the wonders of the holidays.
Of course it doesn't help that I still feel like a little kid this time of year. The beauty of the lights, the gentle strains of Silent Night, the cheesy mushy as-men-we-must-chuckle-a-little-to-keep-from-tearing-up Christmas movies that come on, the occasional snow (this particular clime isn't exactly conducive to a white Christmas), and of course, presents.
Who doesn't like getting presents? Except for one of the poor souls who survived a unabomber attack, everybody gets a rush of excitement when opening gifts. It doesn't even matter what it is. If it's that diamond-encrusted writing pen you had your eye on (I saw one on Secret Millionaire, the coolest show ever), all the better, but it's more about the anticipation leading up to it all.
I for one am also a big sucker for a full house. As previously stated, I have had widely varied Christmas experiences, including ones where I was hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away from home. Let me tell you, Christmas in a tropical paradise with only a couple of poor schlubs unable to get home isn't nearly as nice as trudging through the snow drifts to Grandma's house where fresh-baked sugar cookies and warm apple cider await.
So as soon as I "owned" (technically the bank owns it, and will for most of my adult life, and the HOA tells me what to do with it, but that's fodder for another post) my own home, I invited as many people over as I could. It was to the point that that first Christmas I had to have 2 separate dinners, not because her family and mine don't get along, but there were just too many people. I was very happy.
I read on someone else's blog about people who are willing to have people over, but then they need alone time to recharge, and other people who have people over to recharge. I'm definitely the latter. I feel like I feed off the energy of others, like some sort of parasitic creature from one of those sci-fi shows. See I'm all vague when I say sci-fi shows to give the impression that I don't go in for any of that nonsense, when the truth is I could speak intelligently (read: dorkily) on just about every show that ever had the word Star in it.
But I digress. I guess my point is if you're ever in my neck of the woods, you're always welcome for Christmas dinner. Or Thanksgiving. Or Independence day. Or Labor Day. Or Flag Day. Or Arbor Day. What is arbor day anyway? But not Valentine's Day. Me and the missus have to have one holiday to ourselves, for crying out loud.
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