I could be completely wrong about this, but I’ve been told that in the Bible, heaven is described as a place where angels sing hosanna all day long for all of eternity. Now, forgive me if you hold that image precious, but it sounds like a very boring version of hell to me. For the longest time, when December rolled around and muzak versions of “Holly Jolly Christmas” wafted through every public space, I would think of those bored angels singing praise for the millionth time through painted-on smiles, worried that if they looked the slightest bit unhappy, God would get all wrathful. He’s an angry and jealous God, after all. Or something like that, I think.
Like the angels, I’ve spent most Decembers of my life faking enthusiasm for the sake of some mythical holiday family bonding. But to be honest, ever since I was a kid, I’ve been shuffled to dad’s house, then mom’s house, then grandma’s house; there was no time for family holiday bonding in that hit and run schedule. Not to mention the hurt feelings of whatever parent/family did not get me on that holiday. And now, with another divorce in my family and in-laws (also divorced), the holidays have been almost completely void of bonding; in fact, there has been a punctuated disconnect in recent years.
But this year is different. I am excited for the holidays.
For one thing, my family is happy. I don’t think they have been in a long time. My mom has a new housemate/boyfriend and they seem to love each other dearly. Last time I talked to them, I heard a story about the three of them (mom, new boyfriend, and my 14 year-old brother who lives with them) reading aloud to each other, putting on voices and laughing together. I almost cried when I heard that; as I said, it’s been a long time.
The man who raised me (my ex-step dad, technically–I just call him Tony) has a new girlfriend who he seems thrilled with. There is a light in his voice when I talk to him. My other 17-year old brother who lives with him (Tony is father to both of my brothers–they are half-brothers technically, but I seriously hate that word and never, ever use it) has a very glamorous girlfriend who he adores.
It’s been a hard couple of years. But I can feel their newfound happiness from across the ocean, bounding on waves, dancing in the wind, scooped up in the beak of a fluffy old gull. It makes me feel festive again. And although I’m far away, I feel that I’m more connected with them than ever. Everyone has licked their wounds from my mom and Tony’s divorce and is ready to hold each other close again.
Paradoxically, another reason why I am excited for the holidays is that I won’t be visiting my family. We are not going back to the states this Christmas, but we are planning a mini-trip, probably to Lapland, the true home of Father Christmas, where we’ll stay in a hotel made of ice (fingers crossed–plans are still in he works!), toboggan, ride on reindeer drawn sleighs, and mush dog sleds. I can’t wait!
Also, in early January, my homeslice Squee is coming to visit. We walked together at high school graduation. We lived in Chicago at the same time. She is looking over our kitty this year. Squee is one of my best friends in the world. And together, this January, we will find the Loch Ness Monster.
Anyhow, with all my presents wrapped and ready to mail tomorrow, I thought that I’d let my holiday spirit flourish by filling out this little holiday questionnaire that is going around the blogsphere. It was very cute and fun to do–you might also like to give it a whirl!
Holidaze
1. Egg Nog or hot chocolate?
Yes, please! Spiked!
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
Santa is a lobster. The gifts that look like they were wrapped with claws; Santa did those. Mrs. Claws did the rest. She is human.
3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
Racist!
4. Do you hang mistletoe?
Only around attractive men named Shaun.
5. When do you put your decorations up?
When it’s party time. Shaun’s mom puts her stuff out for the Thanksgiving party she does. I like that idea and adopted it.
6. What is your favorite holiday dish [excluding dessert]?
My stuffing! Pears, Procsutto, Hazelnuts: oh my! Also, my grandma on my dad’s side makes this weird, semi-gross X-mass punch with sherbet that makes me smile. And Shaun’s aunt makes this weird, sort of wet blueberry bread thing that everyone hates but me. And my mom makes a breakfast on Christmas morning that makes me feel warm forever: scrambled eggs, OJ, coffee, and pipin’ hot cinnamon rolls.
7. Favorite holiday memory as a child?
I was an elementary aged girl, sitting next to my dad in his overheated truck, passing a dairy farm on the way to grandma Render’s house one Christmas Eve. It’s dark out and big, fat flakes of snow are whirling and twirling in the headlights. The radio is off. Dad and I are quiet. We look at the snowflakes together. The fragility and beauty and innocence of the flakes represent everything that he might break in me. And even though I am too young to form this feeling into words, and even though my dad is too inarticulate to say them, we feel them. I knew in that silence that he loved me. And was sorry.
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
I was 4 or 5. My cousin, two years older, wanted to show me a weird vibrating pink thing she found in her mom’s closet. Reaching up on the high shelf to retrieve it, my eye caught sight of presents stashed up there. “Why are those up there?” I asked. My cousin sighed and told me that our parents were Santa and they hid gifts from us and put them under the tree and pretended they were Santa but who cares, just look at this long, weird jiggly pink thing. I shrugged and looked at the vibrator. Then my aunt came by and snatched it away and shut the closet and that was that.
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
At my dads, Santa came to his house after we got done at grandma’s house on Christmas eve. He did not come to my mom’s house until the following morning. Sometimes, depending on family schedule, Shaun and I open gifts on X-mas eve with his mom, stepdad, and stepsisters. We open gifts whenever, since we’ve got to visit so many people over those two days.
10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
As a grown up, I’ve never had one. We used to put a paper star on our cactus, but then it died.
11. Snow! Love it or dread it?
Yay for it. I am a polar bear. Rar.
12. Can you ice skate?
Fo Shizzle. Although I always remember myself being a better skater than I actually am.
13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
My youngest brother was born on Christmas morning, so I’m gonna have to say: Julian. I also dig the food processor that Shaun’s parents gave us last year.
14. What’s the most important thing about the holidays for you?
Sanity. Pretty lights. Carols. New pajamas. Oh yeah: days off work!!!!
15. What is your favorite holiday dessert?
My apple oatmeal pie is da bomb, topped only by my step mom’s pecan pumpkin pie.
16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
On the Christmas tree at my mom’s house, there is an ornament that my brother Anthony made in pre-school. It is a cutout picture of his face with a paper angel body. Every year, I arrange the glittery Nutcracker ballerina ornaments so that the dancers are swooning over my brother on the tree. It still makes me laugh. And it still makes him blush. Anthony turns 18 this month. I can’t believe it.
17. What tops your tree?
My mom’s tree has a cloth angel that she sewed. It’s cute.
18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving?
Yes to both!
19. What is your favorite Christmas song?
Little Drummer Boy. I like to think about the wise men; they’ve always fascinated me.
20. Candy canes?
Who ate all the chocolate?
21. Favorite Christmas movie:
A Christmas Story and A Nightmare Before Christmas. I have a Jack Skellington dressed as Santa wall hang that I like a lot.
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What is your mood this holiday season?
::Random Tangent::
It looks like this is going to be another fun weekend. Thursday night is the Winter Spotlight party at my museum; free cocktails, nibblies, and fresh exhibition openings.I’ve invited friends and am excited for my new co-workers to meet my husband. Fun times. Friday night I have an evening yoga class. Saturday Shaun and I are going to Edinburgh to soak up the National Gallery; there is a writing compitition where you have to write a short story based on a work in the National Gallery collection that we both want to enter. Sunday, if the weather is cute, I want to do a hike from my new book, 50 Walks In and Around Glasgow.
What are you looking forward to this weekend?