I feel excellent about Advent. Want to make that clear.
Not feeling so chummy with Christmas, though.
I think it’s because I’ve been asked several times what I’m getting Husband for Christmas, and we aren’t getting each other anything. Haven’t, actually, since we started dating. We aren’t present people. We don’t get each other presents for anything. Usually just a card. I like that. What I don’t like is the response to my answer, which is usually something about money. And it has nothing to do with money.
Also, we are visiting five houses in two and a half days and spending roughly eight to nine hours in the car over the weekend. That doesn’t really sound like Christmas to me. That sounds like a road trip, or Amazing Race. (Also spending the 23rd night and 24th night at other people’s houses, and asked if we would like to do the same on the 25th. Basically asked to not be at home at all over Christmas.)
Then there’s the fact that our apartment is barren of Christmas decoration, and we’ve already been berated twice for this. We’re not home 3 out of 4 weekends this month. When are we putting them up, anyway? Or enjoying them?
Finally, there is the pushing. The pushing that we have to visit everyone — even people we have already visited previously in the month to make up for not being there on Christmas. The idea that Husband and I can’t choose for ourselves where to go, but will be told where to go. How old are we again?
I am looking forward to church on Christmas Eve. The one hour of the weekend that’s not about pleasing other people. That’s about it.