Today’s off topic Monday post is about how the holiday season is DONE. Put a fork in it, already. The toothpick was inserted and it came out CLEAN! Hallelujah!
You see, I’m an American who lives in Spain, which means in my homeland, Christmas is on December 25. After that, Christmas is so totally done and over with. In my family, on December 26, we have a sort of Christmas hangover. Tree comes down, ornaments get banished to the attic. Back to normal in time to nurse a real hangover on January 1. New Year’s is fun a few days later, with parties and drinking and staying out late, a roast ham for lunch, then that’s that. In Spain, it’s all about the “Navidades,” and yes, that is the Spanish word for “Christmases,” which does not exist as a plural in English, because in English we are moderate on the Christmas dosing and isolate it to one day. From December 24 to January 6 it is Christmas in Spain. During this time, you may work 1 to 0 days in a week, have a long weekend or two, and put up with all the Christmas you can possibly withstand to the point of your brain exploding.
Traditionally, December 25 in Spain was just a special day to rest and have a nice meal with family. Then, they started copying Santa Claus, so then too the Christmas tree thing, and a long etc. Meanwhile, also traditionally, January 6, the Epiphany, was the day children got their gifts from the three Magi. Every child in Spain has a favorite King of the Orient, in fact. Some day I want to read a newspaper headline that says, “Child annoyed upon receiving myrrh.”
Are you starting to catch my drift? In case you haven’t, I’ll spell it out to you in plain language: Santa Claus comes here on December 25. The three Magi come on January 6. The consumerism and excess festivities are enough to make your brain explode.
This year, as a coping mechanism, I just stayed away from the blog. It was all really starting to get on my nerves. A popular Christmas gift around here is perfume or cologne, and guess what kinds of commercials they spam on the TV at Christmastime every year? Oh yes, that’s right, sometimes I could just here Nicole Kidman repeating over and over again in my head, “J’adore. Dior.” I was really happy to read all your posts about Christmas and celebrating, too. You’re all doing it the way it should be done. IN ONE DAY ALREADY DAMMIT.
So, Happy New Year! Las Navidades se acabaron. And I can get on with my Scroogey self for the rest of the year.
Seriously, if I was in the USA, Christmas would be more fun. I promise.