Archive for December, 2008

A Decade of Christmases
December 28, 2008

So, this year marked the tenth year that I really celebrated Christmas.

Yes, you read that right.  I truly didn’t celebrate Christmas until 1998.  Now before I tell you that my family didn’t celebrate Christmas for religious reasons when I was growing up, let me tell you that my parents are the most awesome people you’ll ever meet.   While I didn’t grow up believing in Santa or decorating a tree each year, I was in no way neglected.   My parents made sure that I had everything that I needed, and most of what I wanted.  I also want you to know that I didn’t grow up hating Christmas, I just grew up thinking it was like every other day.  A day that I either didn’t have to go to school or to work because of, either was fine with me.  In fact, I think it was harder not celebrating Christmas for my parents than it was for me, John or Dee.  They had grown up celebrating, while we didn’t.

So, what was so special about 1998?  Well, that’s the year that I met the man of my dreams and settled down with him.   He never actually came out and said it, but I know that he must have thought that I was a bit of a freak.   Having grown up in the Catholic Church, he never knew life without Christmas.   

That first year, I told him that I hadn’t really ever celebrated Christmas before, but I don’t think he really grasped the situation until we opened stocking gifts on Christmas Eve.   You see, I didn’t really understand that Christmas Eve stocking gifts were kind of like appetizers for Christmas morning’s main course.   Since this was a new concept for me, I actually put Wayne’s “best” gift from me in his stocking, because it was long and slender and would fit there best.  This is the year that on Christmas Eve Wayne got a bottle of wine from the vineyards of Stan and Ann Rice, complete with a bookplate with Ann’s signature attached to the bottle; then on Christmas Day, he opened packages of shirts and a hat.  I’m sure it was kind of a let down.

That first year together we started traditions that we still have to this day.  Every year our Christmas village grows because I always buy him something for it.  Every year, we both try to be the first one to buy the other a new Christmas ornament.   In the years since his mother has passed, we always buy an ornament in memory of her as well.

Now that Christmas is over, only 361 days until the next one, I’m finding myself reflecting on the last decade.  It’s been a good ten years.  Wayne and I have had years of excess and years of overdrawn checking accounts; years of not enough room under the tree to years of wrapping boxes bigger than necessary to make the tree look fuller.   But, through it all, one thing hasn’t changed:  I get to spend the season with my best friend, lover, husband and fellow little-kid-at-heart.

When I started this post, I intended to comment on how many “Christians” do not act very Christ-like during this, the holiest of holy days for Christians.  However, reflecting on the season has softened my anger and I just want to bask in the glow of the Christmas tree, which will be up until the first weekend of January at our house.

Here’s hoping that next 361 days pass quickly!  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone!


The Runner
December 15, 2008

So, a dear, dear friend of mine recently experienced a sports related injury.  I’m ashamed to say that I may have been less than supportive, as a friend should be.   He is a lover of poetry, so I offer up this haiku to cheer him during the recovery period.  Here’s hoping that he’ll be back to normal soon.



Athletic and strong,
focused and pure, except for
your bloody nipples.