Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Maybe it's because right now I'm at work banging my head against my desk; or maybe it's because it's cold out and I haven't been able to ride nearly enough (or at all); or maybe it's because I really am a Jew, no matter how hard I try to not to be; but whatever the reason, I have had a very hard time getting into the holiday spirit this year. I would say I'm dangerously close to "Grinch" on a scale that runs all the way up to horses dressed as Santa Clause. (Didn't they realize that Reindeer would have been a more convincing costume?)
Last December, Tom and I gleefully walked down a seldom-used railroad siding and cut down a modest pine bough, stuck it in a bucket of sand in our living room and called it a Christmas Tree. We hung colored lights on it, and posed, with the rest of our house mates and Becky, in front of it for holiday-themed portraits.
At best, it was a spindly little Christmas lawn clipping. At worst, it was a weed growing in a crack on old train tracks. But to Tom and I, it was the best Christmas Tree there ever was, and we stood up for it, even as everyone around us made fun of it. It was a sad day when it was time to take it down.
Last year I even went out and spent more money than I now earn in a week on holiday gifts for friends and family.
This year, I harangued Becky into setting strict spending limits for our holiday gifts, and left decorating our apartment up to her. I couldn't even get excited about a potted Christmas tree she bought at Home Depot. Don't ask me why. Don't ask me what it was about. Let's just say that my Grinchy attitude was clearly the root of the problem.
All I've wanted to do for the past several weeks is knock off work tonight, eat some Chinese food, like my family does every Christmas, and go home for a long nap, preferably waking up in time to start drinking on New Year's Eve. Don't tell me about eggnog or carols, don't let me see New Channel 9's "Santa 9000" bullshit weather map. How's that for holiday spirit?
Thankfully, in a few moments I'm going to pick my brother Eric up from the train station, and we're going straight to the closest Chinese place we can find. It won't be like the meal my family had on Mulberry Street last Christmas, but it will be delicious. Then maybe I'll be in a bit more of a holiday mood. Or maybe I'll just feel bloated.
Posted by Andrew J. Bernstein at 2:32 PM