Tuesday, December 29, 2009
by wompsett

I was petrified,
It was Baby's first Christmas and ,
I thought for sure I was going to die,
The anticipation of the craze just grabbed me by the balls,
I wanted to run,
Right out my front door,
But no not I.......

Alright, enough with that. But seriously I was afraid of the Christmas. The first one that has held any special meaning in a long time. Not to say that the last fifteen or so haven't been great. But lets face it, a five month old is going to bring all sorts of new found holiday insanity cheer to the table. And rightly so. In order to ensure sleepless eve's and tip-toeing morning's of for the next 12 years you have to bring the insanity. I mean, why would I want to sleep in on Christmas morning for the next decade? Why would I want to avoid the constant "Is it here yet? Is it here yet? Is it here yet? IS IT HERE YET?" that I put my parents through? I certainly can cannot think of 20 reasons why.

But now it has passed. And in case you haven't noticed, I get the post holiday blues before the holiday's. And now the blues have turned to greens (wait is green a happy color? Oh fuck who cares, it's my favorite color)And I figure it's my last year to hold onto my bah-ass-humbug attitude. Next year and forever after I will have to put on my happy face.

It wasn't really as crazy as I had anticipated. Luckily I was blessed with a pretty easy going kid. He is happy to kick back and chill (literally. He just started throwing his arms behind his head and kicking back lounge style. Super cute.), and so we did. For the most part. We kicked off the festivities with a nice eve of dinner at my folk's house. Last year we started a tradition with them (at least I hope it becomes a tradition), of having a collective effort in the kitchen to produce a nice 5-7 course elegant dinner. This year my Bro rocked a bomb ass prime rib for the main course and it hit the freaking spot. It was preceded by great soup and followed by awesome dessert. Then on the morning of the in-laws came over to our house (by eight o'clock, the earliest I've been up on Christmas in a looong time) and we did our thing with them. Then to my folks by eleven for brunch. Kickball with the friends around two, and then out to my Grandma's for supper (and a bowl full of crazy) by six-ish. We were supposed to hit my wife's extended family in there as well but, we just ran out of time. Next year they get priority.

It was sort of funny because, until my Grandma's house the day was kid free (with the exception of my own). But come Grandma's there is a small handful of young children, all belonging to my uncle. Being an adult looking in on the insanity that I was once a part of is an interesting (and sobering) spectacle. I have a newfound respect for my parents. There were four children in my family and I can only imagine how crazy we must have been by the end of the best day of the year. Presents and sugar and carbs and sugar and more presents and more sugar and a nap on the way to Grandma's and then........insanity in its purest form. You're kind of asking for it by late in the afternoon following a plethora of childish stimuli. So this year I just enjoyed the show. Mostly. By the end I was dog tired. As was the boy. And probably most of the adults. So getting home, cracking a beer and chilling out with a little Wii action was a great way to end the day. Of course the passing out later in bed was even better.

The one thought that kept running through my head all day long was "holy fuck I can't believe another year has come and gone". And now here we are, two and a half days away from the start of O-ten (is that how we'll say it "O-Ten"? 'Cause I think just "Ten" sounds pretty lame. Plus there is technically still an "O" in front of the ten). A year that is bound to be even sanity-less than the rest. So happy 2010 everybody. I hope it treats you all beautifully!

Comments

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    Lisa on December 29, 2009 at 4:40 PM

    Here's to years of Christmas insanity and insomnia and all the joy it brings. :) Lisa

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    Unknown on December 29, 2009 at 5:23 PM

    I've been enjoying the sanity for the past 12 years...for 9 of those it was just my oldest...now we have 2 toddlers and the sanity has tripled!! But ya gotta love their smiling innocent faces on Christmas morning....it just doesn't get any better than that!