For years Christmas has simply meant aggravation. For one thing, ever since I moved to California it's snuck up on me, because the fall-to-winter weather change isn't there to remind me that THIS IS DECEMBER. (In fact, I think this is one reason I'm puzzled by suddenly being thirty-seven. My brain hasn't accepted that a full year has passed since I moved here in 1991.)
In addition, until recently Rob and I "had to" visit BOTH sets of parents every year, which meant six different flights -- two to get us to Boston to see mine, two to get us to Louisville to see his, and two to get us back here. (Let's not mention the time changes. His parents, in Louisville though they may be, are on approximately Hawaii time. The jetlag for this holiday frenzy was usually strong. And yes, EVERY YEAR I arrived in Louisville my luggage was missing. After three of these in a row I quit checking luggage at all.) Oh yeah: all these plane flights COST MONEY. So does the fact that all the gifts get shipped. So does (did, for years) the fact that as a consultant, I lost two weeks' pay every time I made this trip.
So it's been quite a long time since there was enough that was pleasant about the holidays to outweigh the aggravation. I've often grumbled that I wanted to avoid Christmas entirely. I probably would have if it weren't for the worry that my parents would be deeply hurt.
This year I got my wish. At least about the travel, I did. We're not going east at all. Because we leave for Japan on the first of January, we discussed the insanity with both sets of parents and are going to stay right here in Sunnyvale.
Now, of course, I realize everything I'm going to be missing. I don't have people to spend the holidays with; in my family, you spend them with parents until you are a parent yourself, which for me will be never, so the idea of just
rfrench and me having Christmas day by ourselves is lonely and alien. I won't go out to the Christmas eve Chinese dinner with my family at the restaurant my parents love, and even though that place is so crowded they don't honor reservations we've made and it's so loud we can't actually converse, I'll miss that dinner anyway because it's such a tradition. I'll miss my father getting up on Christmas morning and making pancakes for the family. He does it every year. He'll do it this year. I won't be there.
So I'm looking at our tree with its tiny pile of gifts, thinking about the Christmas I'm about to spend, and I'm saying to myself "It's just not Christmas without..." I find I'm not even sure how to complete that sentence. Without a package wrapped in my father's goofy style, a patchwork of all the wrapping paper scraps too small to use in any other way? Without all the decorations and music my mother brings out? Without someone putting a bow on the dog? Without spending 24 hours stuck in Chicago O'Hare? What?
I need to find my own traditions. And if I'm not going to be a complete grump for the next several days, I better find some *fast*.
So far I have decided on three things. For
rfrench, I'll resurrect his family's tradition of hiding his gifts around the house. For me, I'll bake, not because my family does, much, but because it's good for me. For both of us (but mostly for me) I'll make pancakes. This afternoon I bought pancake fixins for the first time in my life. It's never been important enough to bother before, but it is now. I bought eggs and I bought butter. I came home and made brownies. Tomorrow I'm planning to make sugar cookies and frosting, and maybe I'll do some peanut butter or chocolate chip cookies too. Christmas morning I'll play Dad and make pancakes.
Yes, lots of this revolves around food. Food is easier to produce on short notice than a dog would be, or a Dad, or lost luggage. Of course, it's kind of awkward that after Christmas we'll have only six days left here. Maybe I'll tuck all the leftover goodies in the freezer for us to rediscover in late January.
No matter how I slice it this one will feel weird to me. My job is to make it as happy as I can... and learn what's important to me and what's not. Maybe next year I won't mind the travel hassle. (Or maybe I will.) At the very least I'll appreciate some things more. And perhaps, as time goes on, I'll solidify my *own* set of things without which it "just isn't Christmas".
In addition, until recently Rob and I "had to" visit BOTH sets of parents every year, which meant six different flights -- two to get us to Boston to see mine, two to get us to Louisville to see his, and two to get us back here. (Let's not mention the time changes. His parents, in Louisville though they may be, are on approximately Hawaii time. The jetlag for this holiday frenzy was usually strong. And yes, EVERY YEAR I arrived in Louisville my luggage was missing. After three of these in a row I quit checking luggage at all.) Oh yeah: all these plane flights COST MONEY. So does the fact that all the gifts get shipped. So does (did, for years) the fact that as a consultant, I lost two weeks' pay every time I made this trip.
So it's been quite a long time since there was enough that was pleasant about the holidays to outweigh the aggravation. I've often grumbled that I wanted to avoid Christmas entirely. I probably would have if it weren't for the worry that my parents would be deeply hurt.
This year I got my wish. At least about the travel, I did. We're not going east at all. Because we leave for Japan on the first of January, we discussed the insanity with both sets of parents and are going to stay right here in Sunnyvale.
Now, of course, I realize everything I'm going to be missing. I don't have people to spend the holidays with; in my family, you spend them with parents until you are a parent yourself, which for me will be never, so the idea of just
So I'm looking at our tree with its tiny pile of gifts, thinking about the Christmas I'm about to spend, and I'm saying to myself "It's just not Christmas without..." I find I'm not even sure how to complete that sentence. Without a package wrapped in my father's goofy style, a patchwork of all the wrapping paper scraps too small to use in any other way? Without all the decorations and music my mother brings out? Without someone putting a bow on the dog? Without spending 24 hours stuck in Chicago O'Hare? What?
I need to find my own traditions. And if I'm not going to be a complete grump for the next several days, I better find some *fast*.
So far I have decided on three things. For
Yes, lots of this revolves around food. Food is easier to produce on short notice than a dog would be, or a Dad, or lost luggage. Of course, it's kind of awkward that after Christmas we'll have only six days left here. Maybe I'll tuck all the leftover goodies in the freezer for us to rediscover in late January.
No matter how I slice it this one will feel weird to me. My job is to make it as happy as I can... and learn what's important to me and what's not. Maybe next year I won't mind the travel hassle. (Or maybe I will.) At the very least I'll appreciate some things more. And perhaps, as time goes on, I'll solidify my *own* set of things without which it "just isn't Christmas".
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(If it would help, I'd be willing to come over and take away your clothes, if you'll put them in a suitcase for me :) )
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Hey! It'll be kinda like when the airline loses your luggage! *snicker*
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I do so love your writing style. :-) *hugs* Here's to finding your own traditions for the holidays, and best wishes to y'all...
Non-sequitur: Did the Japanese books ever show up?
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i know what you mean about finding your own traditions. my holiday traditions ended abruptly when dad got remarried and mom's family dropped us like a hot potato.
i'm so glad you're finding things do to make this holiday special fo you. (and yes, cookies, brownies and pancakes all freeze well) i'm struggling with this one myself.
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I've been apart from my family on Christmas only once before, 1990, in the Army during the Gulf War. I at least had lots of people around me. But times like that one and this one are helping prepare me for the day there's no going back.
So -- what are you doing that's a "special holiday tradition" for you? Do you decorate the house? Bake? Sing?
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i AM skipping church tonight, and i'm going to leave when i'm ready. i'm sure next year will be better. i'll make sure it is.
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I'm going to put on my favorite Christmas music all day tomorrow. Hee! :-)
Okay, I am seriously behind in baking... (funny how few of the things I'm making are HOLIDAY cookies, but hey, I feel better when I bake, so...) here I go.
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Best of luck putting together local Christmas traditions! One of my family's was driving around looking at light displays, which works here.
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Looking at light displays! Rob's parents used to do this, back when Mr. French could drive. I wonder if he'd like to do that here this year. Thanks! :-)
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I think it always comes down to the food, really. The food is the best part. I'll be heading out soon to get some suet to make the traditional holiday pudding (pudding in the British sense, steamed in a coffee can and all that).
Best of luck in developing your own holiday traditions, may you have a wonderful holiday, and give my best to
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I do like a lot of the holiday goodies. Mmmm, thank you for reminding me: I may be baking but I haven't a clue what we're going to eat for meals. Planning when stores are still open is a good idea. :-)
What other holiday traditions do you enjoy? If you were thousands of miles away from the places and people with whom you usually celebrated, what would you want to bring with you?
I'll pass along your greeting to Rob, and thank you! I bet he hasn't "found" you on LJ yet. :-)
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*5pm service at the Episcopal Church around the corner (Allegra will be singing in the children's choir)
*Lasagne dinner afterwards, likely with a fire in the fireplace and sappy Christmas music playing (or maybe WEIRD Christmas music playing. We DO have a Dr. Demento album, for instance, as well as Alvin and the Chipmunks!). Possibly hot tubbing.
*Present-opening in the early morning tomorrow (I expect you'd be happy skipping this part, unless you decided to stay over).
*A movie sometime tomorrow, maybe Finding Neverland, or Lemony Snickett. Time TBA.
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about Chinese food
Send our regards and give hugs to
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(We don't get out of Christmas activities just by having our own kids. We have to cut ties to escape. It was worth it.)
But I didn't know what my own thing was.
Hell, I'm still figuring that out. But I have much less anxiety about it all, after ten solid years of making up my own thing.
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I suppose in my family there's still a hurdle to cross once you have kids, too. That's just the indicator that it's possible without losing all cordial relations whatsoever. I'm pretty stunned that we got away with this this year, actually. After all, we were not physically in Japan on Christmas day.
Hell, I'm still figuring that out. But I have much less anxiety about it all, after ten solid years of making up my own thing.
*nod* And you're creating traditions for the boys, too. Kind of fun, in a way, isn't it? We are the authors of future memory.