Do I get to celebrate Christmas?

I’ve been a blogging slacker this week.  Posting lots of pictures and not saying much.  I know, I was taking the easy way out.  And now it’s Friday, and, well, I’m debating the easy way.  Sort of cheating.

I’m going to talk about CHRISTMAS!!  I love me some Christmas.  LOVE it.  It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  I know, cliche.  But I do, I love Christmas.  I love the lights and the snow (which, you know, there isn’t any of in Atlanta) and the decorations and the pretty presents and giving presents and family dinners and candlelight and the feelings it gives me on the inside.  I love wreaths and trees (real, not fake – definitely not fake) and tinsel and decorating and Christmas music and more Christmas music and singing (loudly and badly) along to it.  LOVE it.

We went out last night and bought our tree and a wreath.  Paul wants to put it in the front room, a room we’re never in, and I want it in the room where we spend the most time.  The concern, of course, is Courtney and whether or not she’s going to pull the tree down on her head.  Or eat it. But how can I love the feeling of Christmas if the tree is in the other room??



I feel weird, kind of, not really, for loving Christmas as much as I do given that it’s a celebration about the birth of Christ and, well, I don’t really believe in all that.  I mean, I’m sure there was a Jesus, but I don’t know that he parted the Red Sea, talked to the animals, or died on the cross and came back to life.  I don’t know, I’m not really sure what to think.  So should I love Christmas?


Should I be singing We Three Kings and What Child is This?  Should I be belting out the Christmas carols like I can sing and am not scaring small children everywhere?  Maybe.  Maybe not.

Maybe it makes me hypocritical, to love Christmas.  To want to celebrate it, to want to share the joy with Paul and Courtney.  But I do.  I want Courtney to love it like I do.  I want her to feel warm inside at the thought of Christmas with our family.  I want her to want to spend Christmas with me until she’s in her mid-30’s, like I did with my family.  (OK, that may be pushing my luck.)  For me Christmas is about family and love and the joy of being together.  It’s about laughing and love.

I can’t wait for the days when Courtney asks me if it’s Christmas yet.  When she actually wants to visit with Santa.  When we can put together an advent calendar and I can put little notes in for each day, with things for us to do, movies to see, books to read.  I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she opens that magical gift, the joy and sparkle in her eyes.

The Weather Outside is Frightful

The Weather Outside is Frightful

I have a best friend who’s Jewish and her daughter wants to know why they can’t have a tree.  My friend is having a hard time explaining why they can’t have a tree, why they can’t have presents, why Santa doesn’t come for them.  Part of me wants to say, “well, of course you can’t celebrate Christmas, you’re Jewish.”  But then, hello hypocritical.  I don’t believe in God and all that, so why do I get a tree and Santa and presents?  Why can’t my friend celebrate Christmas?

Where did these rules come from?  And are there really rules or is it all just in my head?

So, I’m going to celebrate Christmas.  And I’m going to love it.  Every single day and event and present and bow and pine needle on the floor.  LOVE it.


  1. Not so random dude says:

    Not to be overly critical, but if I’m not mistaken it was Moses who parted the Red Sea.

  2. We lapsed Catholics also have a menorah. We’re weird that way.

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