Christmas For Me
Up until last year, we always volunteered on Christmas. It made sense. We were off from work, we had nowhere we had to be, and there were plenty of people who were in the opposite position, needing to spend time with family. So we did volunteer work.
And then last year, we didn’t.
And then this year, we didn’t.
This year, we ate appetizers for dinner on Christmas Eve since everything tastes better when it is on a toothpick. Then we piled into our bed to watch Fellowship of the Ring, which is our yearly tradition. Take whatever you sense about my love for Harry Potter and double it, and you come close to understanding how much I love Tolkien. The books, of course, but I also love the movies. So every year we watch the trilogy between Christmas and New Years.
Christmas morning, we all slept in and then ate cake for breakfast. Why? Because we freakin’ could. We spent the day reading books and playing video games. In the afternoon, I pulled together dinner, and then we played more video games and watched the Doctor Who special, chowing down on candy. By bedtime, I was finally done with sugar. Though not video games. I have terrific stamina for that.
It was a really fun day because it was completely hedonistic. And maybe we need a hedonistic day like that every year, though my Protestant work ethic gave me mad guilt over the idea that we could have volunteered… and chose not to. Which is a weird feeling.
I felt like Pinocchio in the Land of Toys. Even if volunteering is optional, there is a strange feeling when you know you can help out and you should help out, but you choose not to help out. Perhaps my guilt dial is stuck on ten.
Anyway, that was my Christmas. How was your Christmas?