I cannot wait for Christmas. It has nothing to do with the usual trappings associated like, presents, candy, holiday pastries, or family. No. What I’m looking forward to is decorating. That has to be one of gayest statements I’ve ever made… But it’s true. A few of my favorite parts is throwing up some tinsel, the tree, and all my various Christmassy knick-knacks. It honestly brings me more joy than it should.
My husband on the other hand… Well, he leans more toward the Grinch than anything else. He hates every piece of garland strung in our house. I had originally wanted to decorate at the beginning of November and his response was “You’re trying to kill me. Do you want me to die?” To this, I say… Yes. If he gets in the way of my “festive faggottry”, he had better just accept his demise.
In his defense, he told me that the other day he saw a sign advertising for someone that installs Christmas lights and he took the number down. That’s adorable and completely out of character. Slowly but surely I’m chipping away at his anti-christmas exterior to reveal the shimmering Christmas bulb beneath.
My husband’s dislike of Christmas stems from the fact that he came from a single parent family. His dad up and left with his secretary (no joke) and left his mom to fend for herself. She was in her mid 20’s and stuck with raising and providing for two kids. That means she was solely responsible for buying gifts and making the season wonderful. Although there is only so much one woman can do on a bar tenders salary. So, for him Christmas has always been a stressful event. He is much too worried about his mother spending way more, in an attempt to make her kids’ Christmas ‘magical.’ The result is his current dislike of the holiday and everything that comes along with this time of year.
I guess I just had a lucky youth. It probably helped that I am an only child. Which is probably why I feel the need to give every one of my friends and family a similar styled Christmas. My husband likes to say that I think I have endless amounts of money. I do, Charlie. Why, why are you trying to burst my bubble of delusion? (Probably because he’ll be the one paying it off down the road.)
To give you an example of my “money is free” mentality, I went nuts while in London at Mark & Spencer’s. They had so much nifty Christmas stuff that I ended up buying: an ugly Christmas sweater (I tried to get one for the hubby but he was having none of it), Christmas underwear, socks, and a knitted Santa cap with corresponding knitted beard. Needless to say, I’m ready for this shit to begin.