A few friends of mine, myself included, are having trouble getting into the holiday spirit this year.
I saw my first Christmas commercial on Halloween night which, if you remember, was a pretty long day as it was. Then within a week, I noticed it wasn’t just the one or two rogue families in town who put their Christmas lights out, it was one or two on every block. By Thanksgiving, trees started popping up in people’s windows. We hadn’t even brined the bird yet! Instead of feeling like yuletide cheer came early, it felt more like people had resigned themselves to the inevitability of the next season, like we might as well get this done.
The women I know are tired. Really tired. And, this time of year the days may get shorter as the lists get longer, but somehow it all gets done (except my Christmas cards; with fewer than 20 days to go, I have neither a picture nor a muse) — and that may be the true Christmas miracle.
Of the get-it-done-but-oh-so-tired-miracle-workers I know, the one I most admire is my sister. With three young children and a full-time job, she falls squarely into the “Santa Claus take me away” category. It doesn’t take much for her to make me smile, so you can imagine my peels of laughter when I got this text from her on Saturday:
On Sunday, she sent this:
In an ironic twist, my nephew had pulled his stocking down, breaking his stocking holder — the letter formerly known as the ‘j’ in ‘joy.’
So, in just a short 24-hour period we discovered we are not alone — call it a gift of Advent or an antidote to the freakin’ elf on the shelf. We may not be feeling the holiday spirit just yet, but we can rejoice in the fact that we’ve learned the universe is a woman, she’s tired, she speaks yiddish and she has a killer sense of humor. OY!