December Writing Challenge
Okay. I can do this. And this time I’m not going to start off strong, fizzle a little, and then go out all together. Disappear like angel hair.
Hopefully.
You see, this writing challenge – a post a day – is actually a good one for me, coming as it does at Christmas. Because I am one of those Christma-spirit-challenged people.
I can’t explain it, but as December rolls around I always start to get a little depressed. All the frenzied shopping and the commercials on tv and the over-the-top Christmas displays just grate on my nerves. And then there’s the agonizing over what to get people, who to give presents to, who to send Christmas cards to (supposedly you don’t need to send them to people you see all the time, but then I just got one from my friend down the block so there goes that theory).
I’m usually the person who is out getting last minute presents on Christmas Eve since I’ve procrastinated so long. Thank you for being open, Walgreens.
Since I signed on to post for Holidailies, I’ve been thinking about why I feel this way. And I’m hoping I can work through it and get over it. And have some fun in the process!
The Christmases of our childhood probably influence how we deal with and celebrate the holidays when we are adults. When I was growing up, Christmas was in Saudi Arabia.
Where’s my camel?
It was usually warm outside, but the houses around us all had lights up. We had one of those fake trees that you put together by aligning the color coded branches with the slots having the same color. God forbid that the small swatch of red or blue or yellow would rub off a branch! It had bubble lights and silver tinsel neatly draped over the branches on one side. The other side looked like someone (usually me) had gotten tired and just thrown it haphazardly around to get the job over with. Oh, and angel hair. Remember angel hair?? My arms itch just thinking about it!
And Santa arrived in a helicopter….
Now that I think about it, it’s hard for Christmas of today to live up to Christmas of the past.
But I still like a fake tree. Especially if it has the lights already on it.
Anyone else have the same traditions today that you had when you were a kid?
What the Focus 