I am taking a pledge to not buy anything during the holiday season with a few exceptions:
- Food and necessities like toilet paper and sunscreen
- Two gifts each for my children (from me AND Lonny)
- A bed (but I promise it will be from a thrift store)
Yep, that’s it. Keep in mind that I am making this pledge and not Lonny, although he would argue that his purchases are for business purposes only. Fine.
I promise not to ask him to buy anything for me and thus skirt my obligation. And you know how I am about my obligations. I write every stupid day because a year ago I promised no one that I would do it. And here we are.
If I do slip up, I promise to post about it so you all can publicly flay me.
This isn’t a hard promise to make. I hate shopping and when I do I kind of have a little panic attack.
I’m not kidding; my heart starts to race and I feel kind of swimmy and ill. It’s a good thing.
I figure if I want something that badly, I can wait until January at which point it is highly unlikely that I will still want it. That’s just how it goes with impulse shopping.
Christmas isn’t a huge holiday around here. I don’t think we’ll have a tree this year because Pussy Galore is in FULL ON search and destroy mode.
A Christmas tree and my great-grandmother’s handmade ornaments won’t stand a chance.
The kitten is completely insane. I woke up early and enjoyed the sliver moon from the office window while I got on the computer.
The cat made any peace impossible. She ran a circuit around the room, attacking the dog, scratching the couch and clawing the vintage Mantilla draped over my dress form. Repeat.
I can only imagine what she’d do to a tree.
I might hang a swag of decorated evergreen boughs somewhere high and put up the wreath (I already own an artificial one, HA!) and decorate those. I’ll also bust out the Advent Calendar (already own one, boom!) and we’ll have Christmas morning with my mother-in-law (who I love), but I’m going to avoid the frenzy.
I will not post about how exhausted and stressed I am about holiday shopping and gift wrapping because, surprise, I won’t be doing any!
This is all self-inflicted brain-damage, people.
But what about the kids?
They’ll be fine.
I’ve been trying to emphasize the importance of friendship and family over gifts. I’ll get them one or two gifts and I’m sure their grandparents will give them things. I have been saddened in the past to watch them tear through a big pile of presents like greedy animals.
They rip off the wrapping, barely registering what they’ve gotten in their frantic race to move on to the next bit of loot. It’s terrible to see them treat a gift so cavalierly.
I don’t want them to turn into this person.
You can’t truly enjoy anything when faced with a mountain of it, unless it’s snow. The boys are old enough to think good and hard about what they would really like and don’t need a giant pile to experience the magic of Christmas, whatever that’s about.
We’ll have friends over, parties, dinners and family, sledding and cocoa, we’ll go see the lights and check out the parade. I want them to associate Christmas with people and charity, not consumerism.
Don’t your kids believe in Santa?
But what if someone buys you a gift. Won’t you feel like an asshole if you don’t have a gift to give them in return?
I’m tired of this argument. It has kept me in the mad cycle of impulsively buying meaningless gifts, just in case.
These days, given who I am and what I do, everyone knows that I don’t want anything. They know that what I want more than anything else (gift wise) is nothing at all.
If you want to give me something for Christmas you can go for a walk with me.
Really, that’s it. I love going for walks.
I don’t even want to go out to eat or for drinks or anything. There is so much excess around the holidays that the one thing you can give me that won’t make me feel bad about myself is a little fresh air and conversation.
If you are far away, we can enjoy a nice conversation on the phone while I walk the stupid dog. If you are a reader and don’t know me, give me a like or leave a comment. That would be wonderful.
Time to cut the crap.