Christmas has become far more enjoyable to me, the older I get. More from the standpoint that we’ve changed how we go about things. One kid lives on the other side of the country, and the other is a grown ass man, so we don’t have to go out and get 17 different gifts for him to open.
It used to be that we would make a list of all the people we have to buy for, and that thing would be a page and a half long. Not that way anymore. My side of the family does Dirty Santa, so we pick up a couple of gag gifts to contribute. I get my dad steaks and pork chops from a local butcher shop, and he’s happy as a clam. The only people we buy for on her side are her parents.
The wife and I usually just pick out a mutual gift, like replacing a piece of furniture. One year, I asked for weekly blow jobs. I got coal in my stocking.
My kids are wholly grown and I still do the gift explosion. I start looking in July usually.
Santa still comes to my house. So there are “out”‘presents and wrapped gifts. Each of them has at least one “traditional” present that they get every year. Like a nutcracker for the youngest. Every year since she was 2. Got a seriously valuable collection at this point. Several Steinbachs that are selling for multiple thousands.
My kids and their others still spend the night here in their old rooms. Morning starts early when the dogs wake everybody up. It begins with a perusal of what Santa hath brought. That’s followed by breakfast casserole (I make a really good one) and cocoa or tea while watching a movie. When that rests a little, it’s followed with oatmeal and sugar cookies and sometimes candy from the stockings.
Then we open wrapped presents. Not all but some. That’s followed by a trip to my parent’s house for the traditional dinner and more gift exchange. That’s awkward because whatever we get dad ends up in a garage or drawer. I try but rarely nail it with him and mom.
We come home about six or so for a third exchange with some others who mean a lot to me. And another dinner that’s not completly traditional. We’ve done stuff like tacos and homemade pizza before. I’ve done waffles. We’ve also done semi-traditional.
By 10 or 11 pm it’s over and depression sets in. I start thinking about the task of taking all this stuff down … by myself… and packing and storing it all. I usually get help putting it up but taking it down is always done alone. Sucks.