Every year I get more and more comfortable with my Scrooge-ness.
That’s right, me. I’m the Scrooge in the family! The Husband reminds me every December how Scroogy I am when we start talking about Christmas lists.
This pretty much describes us to a “T” when we talk about Christmas shopping.
Actually, that video is what inspired this post.
It’s not that I don’t like Christmas. I love my family traditions, the cooking, the time with family and the kid’s excitement. We have a countdown, a naughty/nice meter and we leave cookies out for Santa with a note and all.
We don’t, however, hide an elf, wear matching pajamas or get professional photos taken for our Christmas cards. Not that I find anything wrong with those types of things, I just don’t want to do them, and therefore, well, I don’t.
I also don’t go gaga over Santa. Every time we mention him it comes with a bit of a wink and a nod because deceiving my kids just doesn’t sit well with me. So we say things like “tell Santa” or make sure you leave a note for “Santa, ” but I’m not faking anything, telling elaborate lies or jumping through hoops to convince my kids that some strange man climbed down our non-existing chimney to drop off presents to them because they’ve been “good.”
It’s just not my style. Again, to those that go crazy for Santa and the such, I think it’s awesome you love it and I love hearing about other people’s traditions. Some of my favorite photos on Facebook this time of year are of that crazy elf. We have friends that post funny pictures of him all month leading up to Christmas.
It’s super cute! And I shall enjoy its super cuteness without feeling like I need to also follow suit.
There is, however, one aspect of Christmas I do feel pressure to participate in, and it’s the gift giving/receiving. Every year The Husband and I argue that the kids have too much. I want to get them practical things, experience-type things, take them places, and he just wants stuff.
He likes to see them open presents on Christmas morning. I mean, I kind of get it but I’m also over it, and that’s one reason why I’m the Scrooge of the family.
The other reason is this conversation The Husband and I also have every. single. year… Let’s not buy anything for each other. We’re adults. We buy what we want when we want (if we can). Why force the buying to happen all at the end of the year when we are buying for others?
But you know what happens?
He ignores me and then tells me he bought me things, and then I feel pressure to buy him things and then all of a sudden we’re making a lists for each other and our families.
I can’t beat them, so I join them. This year my Christmas list looks like this:
Why? Becuase it’s the only “lipstick” I wear, and I’m out, and I’ve been out for a month, but I’ll wait for Christmas since I need things on my list.
Why? Becuase it’s my favorite face wash, and I’m almost out which means I’m going to need to buy it anyway.
Why? Becuase I have other Admire My Skin products, and I love them, and I’m getting old, and I have wrinkles.
Why? Becuase I heard about it, and I love playing games with my family, but I’d probably never buy it.
Why? Becuase I’ve heard such good things, and I make a ton of soup and want to give it a try, but I’m cheap and don’t want to buy it myself.
Why? Becuase I’ve been buying spiralized butternut and carrots from the grocery store, and they never seem to have them when I actually want them!
That’s the bulk of my list. I have a few other things I put on Amazon, so my family knows where to look. Speaking of, I find Amazon’s list making invaluable since they rarely don’t have what I’m looking for.
I always feel a little guilty making my list but I’d rather the family buy me things I actually want and will use since they will be buying stuff anyway.
So apparently I’m a Scrooge with a list that blasts her Holiday Playlist on Spotify, throws an annual Ugly Sweater Party, and puts Baileys in her hot cocoa when cozied up by her tree.
Yup. Scrooge. That’s me.
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