I have an itty bitty obsession with Christmas.
For the most part I don’t really decorate in our house all that much. Trever chooses art resembling splotched finger paint that costs more than I care to think about, and he is drawn to modernity in its fullest form, which is code for wildly uncomfortable. We have a chair in our living room made out of just wire, it has been sat in a total of five times and four of those times it was our fat cat Grey who wouldn’t know better if she were laying on a bed of nails. But it’s there evermore, badass, highly complimented and completely unusable.
But I smile as Trever chooses art where one can’t quite discern if it’s a sexual image or just a super close up photo of an elbow crease, because he cares and I don’t, and it usually ends up looking nice. Plus anyways, I. Get. Christmas. Trever just has to sit back and smile while I dump glitter all over our house, replace mod oil paintings for a gold hand lettered poster with the Christmas story on it, and move the big stick art type thing into the garage for a big huge expensive Christmas tree. Our senses become filled with pine scented candles, Christmas movies, sparkle, and a whole lot of cozy feel goodness.
I think somewhere deep down in his Grinch soul, he loves it. Well maybe not the glitter, (I don’t know how but tiny pieces always end up on his black jeans that he never washes which he super loves and I actually genuinely love, this probably makes me a terrible person for finding entertainment in his horror). But sometimes I hear him humming a Christmas carol, or lighting the candles and just know the Christmas spirit is strong and one day after years of wearing him down it will seep into his soul, and he’ll finally be absolutely mad about Christmas too.
I love making traditions together. We have been married for seven years and so our traditions as a family are becoming more and more defined. We don’t have kids yet and thank God most of our friends don’t either because for the past 4 years we have spent Christmas day with some of our closest friends.
Both mine and Trever's family move the holiday off the actual day and we have some good friends who have similar situations, so we ended up doing Christmas mornings together, which has now turned into Christmas dinner. It might sound kind of depressing, but we love it. Our little traditions have been years in the running and it has suddenly turned into another family Christmas. Just a bunch of nomads eating progressively improving food, drinking mimosas while chattering around the table with a cozy crackling fire in the background (on my iPad).
We know each other really well, we’re all in the same phase of life, we play confusing games that cause us to laugh ourselves into stomach cramps and end by exchanging gifts - all like a peculiar little family might.
We part ways that night and head to our respective family’s homes. Entering the chaos of multitudes of children, hours of present opening, endless meals, mom’s cinnamon rolls, new pajamas, crowded couches, and the joyful clamor of family at Christmas! It is after all, the most wonderful time of the year.