You see I have a variety of acquaintances. One is a friend who SWMBO called the other day and asked if she was watching a particular program on television. "No," she said. "I was listening to Christmas music."
She told us once that she just loved the Christmas season because the radio stations played Christmas music all the time.
SWMBO didn't tell her that she avoids Christmas music like the plague!
Then . . . while a nurse was attending me in my cardiologist's office today, I asked "Are you all ready for Christmas?" (Gawd, how I do hate myself for asking everyone I see at this time of year that ridiculous question.) The nurse . . . snickered. No, it was more like . . . snorted. So then I asked her if she was ready for Thanksgiving. (Careful followers of daily events will note that Thanksgiving occurred a week ago.) The nurse said something like "that's about it." Then she said the words that endeared me to her. "I just wish I could go to sleep and wake up on January 2nd!"
Now those, I think you'd agree, are the two poles about Christmas. Quite obviously I fall into the second group. But I still enjoy my friend from the first group and listen to her tales of Christmas sewing and cooking and baking and planning and shopping and decorating and parties and get-togethers. She is, quite literally, Mrs. Claus!
On the other hand, SWMBO and I try to ignore the season as much as possible. We may attend one or two events. Or we may not. We very much enjoy the BRD's annual Christmas Eve steak and lobster dinner. We may even accidentally watch one of those Christmas movies that tend to tickle the gag reflex.
But I've gone too far. Let me just say that I could enjoy Christmas a bit more if . . . .
So, what do you think about Christmas? Go ahead. I can take a beating.
