The girls and I watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas the other day (the cartoon, not the Jim Carrey version, which I’ve never seen and refuse to watch) and I was reminded of that maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store, maybe Christmas means a little bit more.
Only I’m having the best freakin’ December ever because every day is Christmas at my house right now! Every afternoon, just before coming home from work, I get a notification from Amazon:
What is it? I don’t know. I ordered so much shit at so many different times I can’t keep track. And that’s the beauty of it! It’s like Santa came by and dropped off something mysterious and unexpected… every day. Most of it is for others, sure, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get to open it first!
Brown boxes. A1s. A3s. A5s. Oh my. It’s Christmas morning over and over again. Tee hee hee.
The only thing that sucks is when I come home to find a brown box, grab it, run gleefully into the house on tippy-toes, jingle bells jingling, and then find that it’s addressed to my wife. Boo. Why is she so lucky? I hate Christmas.
“Young man, you stop that pouting right now, or I’ll throw away the rest of these presents.”
Anyway, thanks Santazon. You’re making each day of my December pretty freakin’ awesome.
I must add, though, that like the Grinch I do realize there is much more to Christmas than material possessions. Being with family, creating memories and traditions, sharing laughter and so on is what it’s all about, and I’d be thrilled for all that without a single gift… but it dawned on me the other day that maybe the gifts we give, and those we receive, are part of what causes us to look inward and reflect. And maybe if family and quality time are the yin, then the giving and receiving of gifts is the yang. After all, what brings the joy to my daughters’ faces on Christmas morning (which I cherish so much) if not gifts?
Oh snap. I gotta run–my phone just told me there’s a package on the porch 😉