Curmudgeon’s Christmas

This is turning out to be the happiest Christmas season I’ve had in years, and I wish you all a good one too. After coming out as a curmudgeon, or curmudgeonette, I decided that the war on Christmas was over and I would sit back and enjoy the peace. I opted out of accepting any mandatory shopping obligations or feeling guilty about anything.

Instead of running myself ragged, like in previous years, to get cheesy items for co-workers, I just did something I really wanted to do and picked up gifts I wanted to give. The fact that my current job doesn’t pressure anyone to be jolly had a lot to do with my good mood.

As usual, by Saturday I had not started my Christmas shopping, and the Mall gives me hives, but I just cruised around and stopped in a few small local stores and ended up with way better stuff than I expected to find. Then I went to a Solstice party.

Last year on Christmas Eve I went with a group who sing Christmas Carols at the ACI. It was freezing, but there was a full moon, and the women opened the windows and called out requests. Then I went to see Fishel Bressler and his Klezmer band. They were awesome. I plan to see them again this year.

It took a long time to stop feeling guilty for not getting into the collective shopping and sugar frenzy, but I can finally enjoy a bright day in a dark season. I have a feeling I’m not the only one who declared a separate peace. How are you celebrating the holidays?


2 thoughts on “Curmudgeon’s Christmas

  1. Six kids, two husbands, 1.7 granddaughters and 5 more dogs arrived despite distance and snow–indeed it makes life good. Santa is expected to come over the Sandias and then swoop down into the Rio Grande Valley heading south!

    Happiest of Holidays and a Healthy and Prosperous New Year to all from the glorious Southwest.

  2. Congratulations on your less uneasy joy. At several points during the month of December I tried to see how long I could go without saying the word “Christmas.” The longest I lasted was 12 hours, even after a Unitarian friend helpfully suggested substituting the word “yule” whenever speaking of the day, so that I could concentrate on an action rather than a negation, the latter always being more difficult.

    I spent the week before yule being alternately embraced and vilified by warring Christian factions thanks to a commentary I wrote praising Bishop Katharine Jefferts Schori and the progressive direction of the Episcopal Church. Those Anglican traditionalists are a hoot when you get their hackles up!

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