I love Christmas. I love the REAL meaning of Christmas. I love finding the perfect gifts for friends and family. I love Christmas decorations and Christmas music.
Now that I’ve made that clear, I’m hoping that you’ll indulge my inner Grinch for just a moment.
I really don’t like the Christmas song “Blue Christmas“. Strongly dislike. Despise. Hate. Abhor.
I mean, really. Why in the world would someone take what is arguably the most joyous time of the year and write a song about being sad? And why in the world does Sirius XM feel the need to play it so.freaking.often?
When I was seven, my dad was away for a year in Alaska. An active duty Air Force man, he was given a remote duty assignment and couldn’t take us along. My mom, brother and I moved to the small town where my grandparents lived. Being 1976/77, Skype didn’t exist. Nor did e-mail or cell phones. Needless to say, we missed my dad a LOT. My memories of that year are fading, but I do remember a popular Christmas song that year.
I hated it then because my Dad wouldn’t be home for Christmas. I wonder how many military families feel the same way now.
On a related topic, I took The Manimal and Little Darth with me grocery shopping last week. Little Darth is pretty much attached to my…well, you get the idea, and
in a moment of insanity out of the kindness of my heart I offered to take The Manimal with me so Diva Husband could fix our non-functioning toilet have a few hours of peace and quiet.
After one minor Christmas gift related meltdown in Aldi (during which I may have, for the thirty-seven-eleventh time, used the Santa threat), we headed to the Evil Empire. Among other things, I had to pick up some gift bags for teacher gifts. I was planning to avoid the t-o-y aisle altogether, not wanting to have to take the name of the Big Elf in vain again. Quick and easy, we picked up what we needed and headed to the Christmas wrap and decorations in the Seasonal section of the store. For the record, this is on an opposite end of the store from the t-o-y section.
A few fa-la-la’s later, and we were there. And what to my wondering eyes should appear right next to the gift bags?! Three, count them THREE aisles of T-O-Y-S. In seasonal. Really?! I’d love to say I was able to grab the gift bags and go, but noooooo. Another
meltdown discussion ensued about why we would not be buying ANY t-o-y-s before Christmas, and if he didn’t behave, I would have to contact the birthday fairy (not really, but you get the idea) about a certain little boy with a January birthday…
I was seriously ready to send a nasty-gram to the President of the Evil Empire begging him to NOT put T-O-Y sections throughout the store.
I settled for a glass of wine as a reward for surviving my outing with The Manimal.
Maybe I’ll boycott all brick & mortar stores and become a complete hermit, doing ALL of my shopping online. At least then I could have a glass of wine WHILE I shop.