Christmas Time's A’Comin

 I’m really not a Christmasy person. No really, I’m not. I’ve decorated a Christmas tree MAYBE 10 times in my 23 years of life. My mom once handed me and my sister’s unwrapped gifts out of a black trash bag. On Christmas Day, it is tradition in my family to stay in your pajamas.

Plus, I want to punch the radio stations in the face that play nothing but Christmas music starting the day after Thanksgiving. I’m allergic to pine trees. I hate eggnog. I’ve never been kissed under mistletoe (Rayce, get to work on that).

And even last year, Rayce and I didn’t have a wisp of Christmas in the house—mostly b/c his grandmother tried to force it on us when she visited last October and Rayce was against it, full throttle. I mean, we were going down to Louisiana the entire week of Christmas and just really didn’t want to put the effort into it.

So even with my unChristmasy self, when Rayce offered to buy a Christmas tree this year, I got kind of excited.

Rayce, like he always does, went all out on the Christmas tree because there are tall ceilings in his house (and he has this “go big or go home” mentality). We put it together, decorated it, and even got lighted garland (his idea) to string on the rail along the stairs. It’s so adorable, and it made me so ridiculously happy. I felt like a little fucking kid. I mean, I was like literally jumping up and down in anticipation of decorating the tree.

Examples of my change of heart towards Christmas this year: I’ve gotten all of my Christmas shopping done (with a few exceptions, but I know WHAT I’m getting. Just not able to get them yet). I’m actually EXCITED for the impending first snow. I made Christmas cards this year (seriously) and I plan to attach (to the inside of the cards) a photo of Rayce and I in the snow. I asked my mom for Sammy Kershaw’s “Christmas Times A’Comin” CD.

Yea, it’s that bad.

I mean, I remember making big to-dos about the holiday when I was in elementary school. But then my grandmother tried to die on Christmas day (which was also her birthday) three years in a row. And then one year in middle school a lot of stuff happened and we didn’t even put up a Christmas tree and that trend just stuck.

Then my parents bought a tree with colored fiber optics that was really too pretty to decorate. So we didn’t. Looking back on it, I really hate that fucking tree. It’s like a half-ass attempt at Christmas—plug it in, light it up, sit back and relax. Merry whatever.

My last years in high school, we didn’t even bother decorating at all. Then I got to college where my sister and I would attempt holiday cheer around the trailer we shared together. And you’d think living in the City of Lights that’s famous for its Christmas lights displays would put you in the Christmas mood—but it’s hard to get your cheer on in Louisiana 60-degree weather.

So this year I’m taking Christmas with a new stride. The living room is decorated, my Sammy Kershaw CD is in the mail and the first snow is only about a week away.

Now if I can only manage to make a decent center arrangement on the dining room table, I’d be all set. (For some reason, I don’t do well with table arrangements.)

Wish me luck!

***Photos by me
Posted by Kera at 11/30/2010 1:13 AM
Categories: Personal Reflections
Tags: Sammy Kershaw Chrstimas decorating
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