Friday, December 01, 2006

It's the most wonderful time of the year. It is. Don't argue with me.

You know what? I love Christmas. I love it a lot.

For those of you too lazy to read the above linked post, here’s a partial list of things I love about this time of year, in a nice, condensed, bulleted list:

  • Christmas decorations. I love decorating Christmas trees. I have often considered getting a fire- and flood-proof safe for my older decorations, because they are among my most highly prized possessions. Seriously, it just wouldn’t be Christmas without the small felt bear that the Mumpers gave us when I was four year old. I love that thing. Or the wooden snowman with the broken leg, who is supposed to jump when you pull a cord, but instead he just does a modified jumping-jack. Ooh, or the crocheted ones Aunt Nancy made. Bet you didn’t know I still had a few of those, did you Aunt Nancy?

  • Egg nog. Mmmm… it’s like a melted milkshake, only made with nutmeg. Growing up, I thought it was the perfect holiday beverage. Then, in my early twenties, I learned that you could add booze. Will the goodness never end?

  • Hot spiced wine. My second-favorite holiday drink. Although I do make it from scratch on occasion, I always buy a bottle or two of the Brotherhood brand. For those of you not from the Hudson Valley of New York, you may not have sampled this wine, which is made in the Catskills. In addition to being sweet and sticky to the point of resembling cough syrup, it is also cheap. And let’s not forget the convenience of a screw-top bottle! I love it.

  • Proper Old-fashioned Christmas music. You would think that, what with listening to holiday tunes all day, every day for two consecutive summers would sour me on ol’ Perry Como and Rosemary Clooney. Nope! In fact, I’m listening to it right now. I even have a special holiday playlist on my computer at work, which I listen to on headphones.

  • Wrapping presents. I think I like wrapping them more than unwrapping them. I’m not really very good at it, at least compared to my parents. Mom always buys the high-quality paper and color-coordinates each person’s presents. Dad also buys his own, even higher-quality paper (seriously, I think it’s made out of unicorn-hide parchment or something). Then he disappears for a few hours to wrap the gifts with the utmost precision, often employing a t-square, slide rule, sextant, and a barometer to make sure that he has the proper tape for the current weather conditions. You wouldn’t want your package to come apart because of high humidity, would you? I didn’t think so.

Anyway, the point is, look for many, many more holiday-themed posts in the upcoming weeks, as I explore in greater detail my obsession with December.

Please, try to contain your excitement. And stop humming “Here Comes Santa Claus.” You’re an adult, for Christ sake.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fuzzy Bear ornament from Aunt L. Brown wooden bear with plaid scarf from the M's.

Kate said...

You know, I thought of this on my way to work this morning.

And it was a brown wooden snowman, thank you very much.

Anonymous said...

Go back to work