Christmas Confessions

This is my time of year.  I love Christmas!  It’s the season of giving and everyone seems a little jollier.  You’ve got the great Christmas classics on TV and the radio.  Houses and shops are festively decorated.  Packages arrive at the house almost daily and cards are delivered with joyful wishes and season’s greetings.  And let’s not forget about the eggnog!  It’s a happy time to be a happy person.  Though this year, the holidays seem rushed and have come out of nowhere, I am getting into the spirit and helping others get into it as well.  Baxter has his stocking hung by the fireplace and I am hosting our family’s Christmas get-together next weekend.  As much as I love this time, I have some holiday confessions I need to get off my chest.

I have never been kissed under the mistletoe.

That’s right, no mistletoe smooches for me.  I think a lot of it has to do with people not hanging mistletoe anymore (and nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t had a boyfriend at Christmas in… well, a long time).  I never seem to see it in homes or even at stores.  While poinsettias are everywhere with their bright red leaves, mistletoe is the elusive cousin that stays home in a basement, only coming out when forced to.  Where have you gone, mistletoe?

I am a great gift giver.

HappyElf

It’s true.  I know it.  My family knows it.  I am a happy elf.  My gifts are the ones that usually aren’t returned because they are loved.  You want to know my secret?  I’ll tell you.  I put thought into what I give to people.  That’s it.  It has nothing to do with a dollar amount or giving someone something because you feel like you have to.  I live for that moment when someone opens a gift and that heartfelt smile (or tears) that spreads across their face.  The year my grandmother’s youngest son died, I found a picture of him as a child and put it in a locket for her.  It was a small token, but she was so moved and that felt good.  One year, I had Jake DNA tested and a report made up for my mom.  She had always wanted to see what his breed(s) would be and I knew she would never do it on her own.  She loved it and we both feel that the results (100% chihuahua my ass) were wrong, but it was still a fun one to do.  It feels amazing to give someone a gift.  I’ve got a few presents this year that were perfect for the receiver and I can’t wait to see the reactions.

I get disappointed that more people don’t send Christmas cards anymore.

Cards

This year’s card from Rose. It just might be my favorite card of all time!

I know we’re in an electronic age, but I still want cards.  I remember being a kid and having cards hung all over the door frame.  When I moved out on my own, I was eager to start sending cards out and decorating my door with the ones I received.  I like the photo cards where I can see how much kids have grown or a lovely note from a friend on the other side of the country.  This year, Baxter and I received a card from our blogging buddy Jenn over at The Little Black Rain Cloud and it was addressed to #happyelf (my moniker during the holidays) and Furr Baby.  We were tickled!

I still do last-minute shopping.

Just when I think I’m done, I am bound to be out in the days before Christmas buying something that I feel would be perfect, something that I forgot to get earlier, or just something else.  No matter how early I start my shopping (and this year started very VERY late), I will be getting things at the last-minute.  It’s just how I roll.  However, I won’t be shopping on Christmas Eve.  I’ll definitely be done by then.

I watch the same Christmas movies every year and I don’t get tired of them.

I have a ton of Christmas movies that I watch every year without fail.  Tonight for example, Baxter and I watched Bad Santa followed by The Nightmare Before Christmas.  It all ends with the Christmas Eve showing of The Santa Clause.  The other night, I had a friend over who needed a little Christmas spirit to help his bah-humbug attitude and we watched Elf.  The Will Ferrell comedy is quickly becoming one of my favorites and definitely falls in the category of new classics.  With all the movies I watch, I have still never seen White Christmas or It’s A Wonderful Life. Someday, I’ll get around to them too.

I have dirty Christmas songs on my iPhone.

Yep.  I blame a late night of studying for finals in college and three cans of energy drinks for these dirty ditties.  There are only two, but I have to remember to skip over them in mixed company.  You never want to traumatize a child with raunchy versions of their favorite songs.  “Jingle Bell Rock” was redone to “Suck on My Cock” and there’s also a “Dirty Sleigh Ride” in there too.  What can I say?  They make me laugh.

Now, what confessions would you like to share?  I can’t be the only one out there who has Christmas secrets and it would make me a very happy elf to hear some of yours.  Do you have a secret love of fruitcake?  Does your mother-in-law give you the wrong size underwear every year?  Do you hate the holidays?

The confessional is now open.

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3 thoughts on “Christmas Confessions

  1. evergara93 says:

    I, too, have never been kissed under a mistletoe.

    I never had a gingerbread cookie or drank Eggnog.

    I’ve never seen ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ or ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas.’

    I’ve never sat on Santa’s lap.

    I, also, take a peep at my Christmas presents under the tree sometimes. But, I always regret it afterwards, though.

    • Jessica | Defining Wonderland says:

      I’m not sure I’ve ever had a gingerbread cookie either. You’re not alone in the never drinking eggnog category. I just introduced my friend to it. Can you believe he’d made it almost 40 years without ever trying it? You’ve got to get yourself some… it’s delicious! Thanks for stopping by and have a Merry Christmas. 🙂

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