My roommate is very opposed to Christmas. OK, she's not actually opposed the the Holiday, just the fact that people want to celebrate it for more than 2 days a year, in other ways besides seeing an annual performance of the Nutcracker ballet and watching Rudolf's Christmas Story on TV. She growls when she hears Christmas music at the mall, scoffs at trees decorated with nontraditional items, and mumbles under her breath if she sees a tree lot open before Thanksgiving...the weekend before. "Who buys a tree now!?" she wants to know. "Most people put them up around Thanksgiving," I say. She stares at me with a mixture of incredulity and contempt for "those" people. Then she is silent. he HATES mall crowds doing their Christmas shopping. Bah Humbug!
We bought a little tinsel tree for our place a few weeks ago, mind you, and this didn't really strike her as premature, I suppose because it's not biodegradeable. She wanted it, and was the first to ask if we were getting one this year...back in October, so it's not like she wasn't thinking about Christmas, but quite frankly, I am afraid to bring the tree out of the garage before Christmas Eve. I might be killed. I am also terrified of playing Christmas music, something I normally do from the day after Thanksgiving until the end of Winter Break in January. I heart Christmas...so much so that by mid October I'm getting excited because I associate everything Fall with impending Christmas. The cold air, the rustling of leaves, cool, clear mornings, Halloween and Turkey Day, A Christmas Carol on TV...they're all just preludes to the BIG ONE! It's prime time HGTV watching time for me as they have specials on cool gift ideas and specials on the best decorated houses inside and out. In fact, Christmas day may be my LEAST favorite day of the Christmas holiday because it becomes unavoidably obvious that it's all about to end. The Music, the lights, eggnog lattes, gone. My shoulders droop at the very thought. I've never had a particularly great New Years, so Christmas is the end for me. Then I'm just cold and wet for 3-4 more months, wishing Daylight Savings Time would start and summer would come.
My roommate hates Daylight Savings Time too, but that's another story.
