"No, it's not," says a Certain Member of My Family, who considers the holiday season to be December 24, 25, and the first half of the 26.
I believe that the holiday season starts October 31 and keeps going until February 24 (the birthday of yours truly), and once you get that far, Easter and spring break are right around the corner, and then the year is practically over!
Maybe that's because I've been busy lately. You decide.
Anyway, while decorating my family's Christmas tree and listening to John Denver and the Muppets, I came up with some questions to help remind myself that the holiday season is not about the commercialized celebration but something much more profound. They are:
Is it possible for an ornament to actually hang straight, or do they manufacture them to spin around sideways?
Will anyone notice that I haven't decorated the top foot of the Christmas tree because I'm too short?
Why do I always volunteer to cook Christmas dinner?
Why do we eat Christmas dinner on Christmas Day, not Christmas Eve?
(I actually know the answer to this question. It's because on Christmas Eve my family, for reasons unclear, has Sloppy Joes for dinner. I don't like Sloppy Joes. I usually eat a bun soaked in sauce.)
How many times can you watch Larry the Cucumber's rendition of Oh, Santa before it gets old? (I actually can't answer this one yet. Ask me in January.)
And finally, why, oh why, is every project in my life due on December 16?
Feel free to use these questions yourself to discover the true meaning of Christmas. Alternatively, you could watch Veggie Tales, which works just as well.
My family has a wealth of eccentric Christmas traditions, some of which have already begun, such as the Advent calendar, and some which will not be done until December 23, such as Christmas shopping. On the afternoon of Christmas Eve we fight viciously for seats in Church so we can remember how blessed we are. For dinner we (most of us) eat Sloppy Joes.
Then we tear into our family Christmas gifts. The general rule is that the sillier the gift, the better. This apparently originated in my mom's family, where one time Great Grandma Dorrit gave a gift so funny that it circulated through the family for countless Christmases and my mom, when attempting to tell it, giggles so hard that I'm actually not sure what it is. Perhaps it is better off that way.
On Christmas morning, the only morning of the year when Certain Family Members rise early, we shred wrapping paper violently then lay about, stunned and shell-shocked, for the rest of the day.
What about you? Any crazy traditions?
Note: This was supposed to publish this morning, but I was silly. : /