It’s been about eight years since I’ve ‘done’ Christmas. By that I mean put up a tree, hang the decorations, deck the halls and all that jazz. I’ve been to Christmas parties, sure, but have for the most part boycotted the whole damn thing, presents, tree and all.
But now that I have a kid, I might have to shed the Scrooge McDuck disguise and put on a Santa hat instead. Tis the season to be merry, right?
Last night we went to a friend’s place to help put her tree. The Kid didn’t know what to make of it — last year for Christmas we were in Thailand having Christmas lunch with my father and a rag-tag team of retirees and their retired ex-prostitute girlfriends. So this was her first time to see lights, Christmas balls, stockings, and dancing toys that play Christmas tunes. And she absolutely loved it.
I’ve never been a big fan of Christmas, but I have to admit it was fun helping my friend put up the tree. It might have something to do with the fact that we were blasting parang and drinking Sangria and dancing in the living room. So I’m afraid that after all these years of boycotting all of the bad things that Christmas has become — long lines in the supermarkets, stress, overspending on gifts no one wants, traffic on the roads, environmental waste — I’m going to do a small, minimalist Christmas this year, tree and all.