It’s almost 11pm and I’m still working. Yes, I know lots of people work late (I was in the restaurant biz for 13 years). I’m not complaining. I chose a job (read: I got tired of being laid off) in which I get to work late in order to have a somewhat flexible work schedule. Read MoreTagged in: Confessions, single mom, Stories, working from home
When I was younger and living in Small Town, USA, my grammar school would have a Christmas Pagent for each grade from K-6. It was quite an event in my small town and we would have it in a big auditorium.
My grandfather’s wife would always make me the best costumes and when I was in kindergarten or 1st grade, I had to dress up as an elf. Yeah, there’s not enough humiliation when you’re a kid but hey, let’s make you dress up as an elf as well! Woo hoo!
There were some bells that were sewn onto my shoes and before we went on stage I kept on making sure I wasn’t going to have any bell issues. Read More
I have never been to an Ugly Christmas Sweater party. I have never been to Christmas party for that matter. I grew up in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood, joined a predominantly Jewish sorority in college, and moved to a predominantly Jewish neighborhood when I had kids so the opportunity never arose. The majority of my friends have always been Jewish. Until now. Four and a half years ago, I moved to a quaint country town where the landscape was abound rolling hills, and on top of one sat a synagogue, but the Jewish population was not even a full one percent of the neighborhood. The friendships I developed were with people of different backgrounds, beliefs, and religions – how wonderful for me! We get to share in each other’s holiday traditions; I get to teach their children how to play dreidel and they, in turn, they invite me to join in their Christmas festivities. Read MoreTagged in: Christmas, Confessions, holidays, Stories, ugly christmas sweater
Christmas is a strange holiday. Really, it is! What other event has us sitting around a dead tree pulling candy from our socks and singing the praises of an overweight immortal who shimmies down chimneys for a living? I mean he’s not a roof technician, people!
Aside from national yuletide affairs, families often have their own customs, too. And some of these are pretty darn wacky. Take my family. Growing up we celebrated by ordering Chinese takeout on Christmas Eve. Let’s think about that for a minute. Chinese food on Christmas Eve.
So, it’s T-minus-two-weeks before Christmas, and not only have we not shopped, decorated, or completed the Christmas letter, I’m not even tempted to arrange the reasons why in a cute Twas the Night Before Christmas format.
And for that you’re welcome.
Of course, because I’m a giver, I’m going to put off all the holiday rigamarole for another little while, pour another cup of coffee, and contemplate the
3.5 ways I will have destroyed Christmas before it even gets here Read More
Between the families of my dad, my mom and my step-dad, there are enough relatives to make even the sanest person lose their minds during the holiday season (and to begin with, I am not “the sanest person”).
First of all, there is the logistics issue. How on Earth are you supposed to attend THREE (or more) celebrations!? And don’t you even dare mention to one of them that you won’t make it, because you will pay for it every day until the next Christmas (believe me!).