Three things I like about the holiday season:
- The lights. Here in the dark and frozen North, anything with lights is welcome.
- The festive feeling. Sadly, I find very little of that feeling welling up inside me. It’s not that I am depressed; I think it may be because here in the country I have so little exposure to Christmas decorations, Christmas music, and the general outpouring of Christmas everything that would surround me if I lived in a more populated area. Not that I am complaining, mind you; all that Christmas can get overwhelming.
- Presents. Really, do I have to say anything about this?
Three things I dislike about the holiday season:
- The pressure. Every woman in America knows what I am talking about. Decorating, baking, buying and wrapping gifts, making a big meal. It’s a lot of work, and I am constitutionally opposed to working under pressure (even though sometimes that is the only way Things Get Done.)
- Christmas cards. I like getting Christmas letters, but a card with just a signature and a few words — why bother? Also not fond of the addressing and stuffing and stamping of our own. (See “pressure,” above.)
- Cooking an enormous meal for Christmas Day. I just don’t do this any more. None of us need the calories, and I don’t like having to provide them. We often find a holiday meal being served elsewhere, usually for a free will donation. I am happy to donate generously to not have to do all the work myself.