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Blogs She Said The Holiday Detective by Monique Brantly | The Holiday Detective by Monique Brantly |
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| Written by Foresight | |
| Friday, 14 December 2007 | |
  The holiday season, in all of it's frigid, holiday clearance sale, credit card debt splendor is officially upon us. I personally have been scrambling to pull my Christmas pre-game together and it causes such anxiety deciding how many gifts will fit into budget this year, writing out Christmas cards to all of my family and friends, and don't even get me started on New Years plans. But with all of this weighing on my shoulders, I took a moment to step back and remember how simple holiday joys used to be and I thought I would share it with you. I must have been in the third grade. We had just had my aunt, uncle and little cousin over for dinner and the house was beginning to settle for the evening. Leftovers from our traditionally modest pre-holiday meal were packed into Tupperware and Ziploc containers for the fridge, one by one, rooms went dark with the flick of light switches around the house, and my brother and I were instructed to put on our pajamas and get ready for bed. It was unannounced, but everyone knew that my parents had a long night ahead of them. I dashed off to my room without hesitation and changed into my girlish department store holiday nightgown, but before I could crawl into my bed I had a bit of business to take care of. I inserted a blank tape (normally reserved for recording radio DJ mixes) into my 90's standard boombox and crept from my bedroom to the inconspicuous corner that I had scouted earlier that day, plugged it in and then pressed record. The job was done. It was Christmas Eve, and though I had known the truth of these matters since one of my classmate's pitiless older siblings broke the grim news to them in kindergarten, but I still felt it necessary to somehow bring myself one step closer to all of the wonders of adulthood with this empirical evidence proving that Jolly Old St. Nick was none other than my late night cookie-eating father. So, the plan was hatched and executed. I remember sleeping much more soundly than I had anticipated that night and when I awoke in the morning to collect my findings and as soon as I rounded the corner in view of the living room, all thoughts of investigative work fled my mind as I was awestruck by the bundles of gleaming wrapping paper and curly ribbon piled beneath and all around our Christmas tree. Soon my brother awoke and after herding my sleep deprived parents into the living room we laughed and smiled while taking turns opening and thanking each other for gifts. It was Christmas alright, and in this moment, I didn't care to be an adult by anyone's standards. My family and I had a beautiful day together as we did every year that stands out in my memory. Now that I am an adult and I see just how much work it is to buy and prepare for family and friends (let alone my own children one day), I can't really complain about the crowds and stress. We all have different religious ties to this time of year, but what's clear to me is that those sparkling moments with our loved ones is what all of this chaos is supposed to be about. I hope you can take a moment to revisit special holiday memories of your own this year. And, keeping with the communal holiday spirit, share one of your favorite holiday moments from Christmas, Hanukkahs, or Kwanzaas past in a comment below. You might be surprised at what you find. Stay warm and safe and have a happy happy holiday! Comments
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My favorite Christmas memory is the year my mom decided to get a live tree for the first time. She didn't know what she was doing, but on Christmas Eve she dragged one of her friends down to the place and they picked out the biggest tree they could find. When she came home and we put it up, there was a huge curve in the trunk. So, my uncles came over with their tools and tried to saw the tree down to the straight part. It was ridiculous. My cousins and I played in my room until about 2am while they struggled to get this tree up. Being an only child, this was the first time I got to experience waking up Christmas morning with other kids. We had so much fun.
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