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BiChristmas, by God – Will the True Holiday Spirit Please Stand Up?

When the inflatable Santa appeared on my neighbour’s lawn on November 1st, eclipsing even the towering Douglas Fir behind it, I knew it was coming. For not I, the Grinch, Hurricane Sandy, or the war-torn Middle East could stop Christmas from rolling into town and dominating the lives of those that celebrate it.

There’s much to say about this season in the snow, people love it or abhor it, everyone has a shopping tip, drunk staff Christmas party story, or recipe to share. But in the same way my hunger instantly disappears when faced with an All-You-Can-Eat buffet, I’m stymied; am I in the love or hate camp? I’m not sure. On any given day, at different moments, I could be either.

I’m biChristmas.

I love the idea of giving my kids something they will be over the moon excited about, but hate the fact that this dream necessitates me tearing around the city and stalking malls everyday of December. (I know, I shop online too, but still need to grab most of the stuff in person. Call me traditional, but I’m saving a fortune in shipping fees.)

It’s a Wonderful Life. Elf. Christmas Vacation. Charlie Brown’s Christmas. Yeeeeeesssssss! Frosty the Snowman. Santa Buddies. Nooooooooooo!

Cover of "Santa Buddies"

Make it stop.

Invite me to a party and I will be there – I happen to be gifted at merrymaking. The constant low-grade headache I have throughout December is another matter.

The memories of my childhood eyes seeing Santa through the crack of light in my door are precious; the ghosts of boyfriends past I could live without.

I hate the rain that is inevitably present in our city, but the snow on our mountains? Sign. Me. Up.

My joy of giving starts out strong early in the season, but by the time I’ve found a box of chocolates for the piano teacher, my daughter’s other best friend, and the barista that occasionally remembers my name, it snaps from joyful to snarly.

I held back tears of pride at my oldest daughters’ first Christmas concert; ten years and two kids later they are tears of boredom, and frustration that the tallest father in the school sits in front of me every year.

My children are not sure if they will return from school to a mother baking shortbread while cheerfully singing the incorrect lyrics to Santa Baby, or one savagely Gorilla-gluing the gingerbread house together (because why, for the love of god, does my roof always cave in?) When it comes to Christmas, I’m fifty shades of grey, fifty shades of red and green.

Love it, hate it, or Switzerland – what’s your verdict on Christmas?

writing prompt: flawed

  1. December 14, 2012 at 12:20 am

    LOVE the notion of being biChristmas! Fun conept. However, I pretty much lean to the love side of things–the old “L” word again, I suppose! LOL Merry biChristmas to you, Deanna!

    • December 14, 2012 at 8:04 pm

      Well in that case, you must be in your element! A very merry Christmas to you and Sara.

  2. December 14, 2012 at 12:26 pm

    Ha! The biChristmas title is hilarious. I’ve never thought of it that way, but YES, absolutely, I’m not all holly jolly all the time. The overdone decorations make my eyes hurt, but I do love some twinkle lights. Just have to find the right balance of grinch and merry.

    • December 14, 2012 at 8:12 pm

      You’re right; it’s tricky to find the balance if you’re a tad on the disorganized side to begin with. Maybe next year will be better, I’ll do my shopping in August, right after those pigs fly.

  3. December 14, 2012 at 6:29 pm

    And here I thought that I was the only one with the low-grade December headache.

    • December 14, 2012 at 8:13 pm

      I’m upgrading my status to migraine today!

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