I’m totally not a Christmas person
We’ve just gone through his family’s seasonal “Crazy Cat Lady, you got random cousin Jay in the family draw” saga. This means I now have to work out which one Jay is again, then spend $50 on a person that I don’t really know, only see every third Christmas, who won’t acknowledge this gift so I’ll never know if the specialised gift that they requested and I paid extra shipping for even arrived!
This process is starting to wear thin. Plus,immediate family are an exception; you are still expected to spend a fortune on them and get random crap* back in return.
I’ve never really been a Christmas person, even when small. It usually meant being up early and having to be on my best behaviour if Grandma was coming. The only upside as a kid was that I usually got to see Cousin Wendy and check out her new earrings (she wore make up and made her own funky earrings, she was and is way cool). Cousin Wendy and I would also whip everyone’s arses at pool at Nan and Pa’s which was always fun – It stood us in good stead drinks wise when we started hitting the bars.
Crazy Cat Boy however LOVES Christmas. He’s an extravagant shopper by nature and loves to be a part of his extended family. But (why is there always a “but”?) Christmas is a stark reminder that his family don’t really know him. It makes me sad to watch the puzzled look creep over his face as he opens yet another well meaning but rarely thought out gift. Just email me people; I’ll give you some tips, it’s really not that hard!! I mean, at least I know they don’t care what I get, but he takes it personally.
This year we are on the verge of a Christmas miracle, we are just one missing dog sitter away from it being the two of us in our own home, far away from the inevitable stress that will occur over slightly dry pork and copious amounts of champagne as my BIL & SIL host lunch at their place.
The magic of Christmas might just be restored!
*It’s not their fault; they don’t know me any better than I know them.
I always get a giggle at gifts from SIL. One year out of every ten she knocks it out of the ball park with an amazing, thoughtful gift that must have taken months to pull together. The other nine years however, it looks like she ran blindfolded through a service station and just wrapped whatever random stuff she picked up! LOL