I “Merry Christmas” the shit out of all of you. Not because I don’t care what your holiday of origin/choice is; I really do. It’s just because it’s how I was raised. I also love Easter, not the “Jesus rose from the dead” bunny, because that’s just weird. I like Christmas trees, not “happy birthday, Jesus plants”. I just want you to enjoy your holiday and not get mad because I don’t know what you celebrate (there’s only so much space in my head for information, guys).
If you’ve noticed, political correctness is lost on me. Why? Because it wouldn’t occur to me to look down on someone based on their appearance, color, gender, sexual orientation, religious affiliation, and so forth, so remembering that people might think I’m being insensitive is new to me. OK, let me rephrase, me being insensitive is not new, just how people interpret it is. People are so touchy these days…..
I try to remember but the truth is….I just like people. I think they are flawed and messed up and I get that (and I secretly enjoy it because it means I’m not alone). I think people are too hard on themselves and each other. I don’t expect people to know my affiliation any more than I am going to remember that you’re a circle-completing-cat-sacrificing-whatever-you-call-it. I hear you, and I respect it, but truth is, I’m not going to remember. I barely remembered to put on pants before leaving the house this morning. Shit, I didn’t remember, now I have to go home for pants.
The important thing is, it’s the holidays. Whatever holiday you are celebrating, this is the time to enjoy your family, not the time to put on your sassy pants. More importantly, it is the time for your children to learn about your holiday traditions, religious or otherwise. I used to think that being a kid on Christmas was the best thing ever, (this was quickly remedied by constantly getting socks and underwear for Christmas). Now, I know that having kids on Christmas is way better.
My girls get so excited about things. I wish I was that excited about ANYTHING. Seeing their faces on Christmas morning (whenever we celebrate it), makes all the overtime and swing set assembly worth it. Making my girls smile is so important to me. It doesn’t matter what day we celebrate, as long as we are together, it can be whatever day we choose. Don’t let anyone tell you that one day on the calendar is superior to another. It’s not when you celebrate, but how.
My girls’ father just told me they are getting a BB gun and a 4-wheeler for Christmas from my ex-in-laws to play with on their new property. It’s like they read the, “kids can hurt themselves with these, buy them for Christmas” catalog. But really, it’s not my place and that’s the job of grandparents. To buy them crap and feed them shit you, as a parent, wouldn’t. With their dad and grandfather present, they are not going to get hurt….much, (I will not miss an opportunity to say “you’ll shoot your eye out”, though). So, I let it go and let them have fun with family, who enrich their lives. That’s what the holidays are about. Tolerance, confidence, and togetherness. Whatever that means for your family.
No holiday is perfect. Remember that they are happy to spend time with you and your holiday counts. Stop worrying what others think/post, and remember that you know what is best for your kids. Your holiday of choice is going to be great. Why? Because you adore your children, you’ve worked hard to make it nice for them, and they love you unconditionally. Have a wonderful holiday, enjoy your children, and when they head to the other’s parent’s holiday celebration and you are worried that it may be better….drink wine and remember that they love you equally.