Christmas is around the corner and the anxiety and stress has hit full frontal without even the tiniest iota of grace. All the joy and heavenly peace of the season flies out the window when shopping and baking and cleaning and wrapping takes precedence. I’ve decided to not give two fucks and buy stuff that they ‘better absolutely love with the totality of their beings’ and not hear ‘any itty bitty words of shit’ on Christmas Day, or my life as a parent and woman of quiet dignity and strength would be shattered along with my mimosa glass. Be warned, adults of mine.
I think the more-than-fifty-year-old me, has taken the whole meaning of peace and love at Christmas to mean it better be peaceful and lovely around ME. All of the damned time. Mags has even gotten fed up with humanity and taken to growling at the air. I hear ya, girl. She’s middle-aged, too so I’m thinking we are now miserable together. Nice to have company. Growling at the air has its merits. The adults decide you have had enough stress for one day and pat you on the head and put you on a comfy pillow. They wrap you in a cozy blanket by the fire and sit silently beside you while you close your eyes. Or, they back away and leave you to yourself. If it was me, wrap me up, pour the wine and walk away. Next time I’m feeling overwhelmed, I’ll be more like Mags and growl at the air. I’m thinking an ambulance would be called and people will be asking if I need any medication. Yes. Yes please. Or maybe, just some chocolate? Wine? A little Aretha Franklin singing Natural Woman? Any and all of these things.
Clearly, a little breather during this hectic time of year is warranted. Hence, I have exercise classes where Coach dances and demands we bow to her will during fast feet (ugh). Then there’s binge drinking Saturday nights and I-Don’t-Give-A-Shit-Fridays which entitles one to eat chips and chocolate chip cookies simultaneously, whilst binge watching crappy Christmas movies on the W channel. I do believe these are actual days on the calendar during this time of year. Look it up. I FUCKING LOVE CHRISTMAS!!
So, for all of you pre-stressed and already stressed anxiety-ridden folks who just want A LITTLE PEACE AND QUIET IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?! I give you a celebratory toast from my goblet of wine and happily share my chips and cookies with you. May you go forward with kindness in your hearts, wine in your glass and crappy Christmas movies on the TV to numb the nerves. Oh, and try intermittently growling, if for nothing else but to make them all think twice about asking to be driven downtown or looking for dinner.
ITS CHRISTMAS DAMMIT! ENJOY!