Truly, I love you. We look forward to jingle bell rockin’ out your arrival all year long. Really, you’re the best. You bring joy and sparkle to the world, through a melody of peace and love – it’s amazing and you’re, hands down, my favorite holiday.
But, Christmas, you’re kind of killing me.
Please don’t misunderstand, the birth of Jesus is something I strive to celebrate 12 months of the year, but the food, the toys, and the two-week long school holiday … well, it’s rocking my boat over here.
You see I started a new eating plan a few months ago, and it was going great until your buddy Thanksgiving showed up. I planned on taking a couple of days off “the plan,” but it’s two weeks later now and I’m trying to claw my way back into the groove. Now, everywhere I turn, I see one delicious red and green holiday treat after the next. I can say no to candy, sorry Halloween, but the baked goods of the holiday season are proving to be the biggest challenge, ever. The struggle is real.
Toys … oh, the toys. Now, this really isn’t your fault, per se, but those wise men couldn’t help but bring gifts, and now the parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends and teachers are left with picking up the slack for these modern-day kiddos. With a zillion toy catalogs and commercials coming into the house at high-speed bandwidth, the constant “Can I have that???” “I want it!!!” and “Can I puh-lease put this on my Christmas list?!?!” is starting to wear me down. Of course, all parents want to delight their bright-eyed babes on Christmas morning, but managing their tiny expectations is nothing short of a Herculean effort.
I get it, teachers deserve a break, but a two-week long vacation during the most stressful time of the year, well, it’s super stressful! It’s great to have the extra time home as a family, but … Mama’s got gifts to wrap, cookies to bake, and a house to keep from being completely over-run by the circus of children, dogs, and TOYS that consume me.
Christmas, I don’t mean to be harsh. There is infinitely more to love about you than not: the reason for the season is the miracle above all miracles, and this magical time of year blesses us all with good cheer, warm hot chocolate, dazzling displays of lights, and an unparalleled level of merriment. You are still the best! But, Christmas, if I dare to ask, could I please have a holiday after the holiday?
A loving, slightly-frenzied Mama.
Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Fulshear area. She blogs at www.lattesandliving.com - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.