It started Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. The Twitter and Facebook updates of friends and family proclaiming their holiday shopping was complete. Pictures were posted of their house, decorated to rival the home of Martha Stewart. Festive trees were up, stocking were hung and lights covered every inch of possible roof space. Even bathrooms proclaimed the joy of the holiday season. BATHROOMS.
In the past this has caused me to panic. How was I, the most un-crafty, design dumb , anti-Martha of them all supposed to keep up? Can I throw the most incredible holiday shindig of the year when not all of my windows are draped with boughs of holly? This year I've accepted I am NOT those people and I can't compete. Sure,I finally got the decorations are up but they don't match and my house doesn't have a theme (unless "A Very Merry Dollar Store Christmas" counts as a theme).
When I've mentioned the fact I wasn't planning to go all out decorating for this Christmas, people reacted with horror. "But it's Max's first Christmas" they would say. "But he's nine months old and won't remember a damn thing" I would reply. That display of logic never just caused people to shake their head in sadness.
Besides, we are spending Christmas out of town with my in-laws. I'm pretty sure their house will look like Santa's workshop and it will be enough to keep Max from crying to his therapist in 30 years. "Everything sucks because Mother didn't love me enough. She barely decorated for my first Christmas…"
So hear I sit next to the glow of our fake, spindly Christmas tree doing all my Christmas shopping via Amazon (stores this season make me look for the nearest clock tower). And I'm happy. This year, I'm enjoying the holidays my way- focused on my family our cozy home. I'm not worried about the perfect gift or stressing over the lack of festive garland draped on the staircase. I'm going to relax, drink a few mugs of Weight Watchers friendly hot chocolate and enjoy the holidays instead of freaking out over creating the perfect First Christmas for my son.
I'm dreaming of a simple Christmas.