…bringing on a full-on identity crisis. With the exception of a couple angsty holidays in my 20s, I’ve always loved Christmas. But I’ve always felt conflicted about loving Christmas, like, am I the sort of person who loves Christmas? I rally hard (although less hard now that I have kids) against a lot that Christmas-season brings to the table, things like: consumerism, out-decorating your neighbors, unabashed and aggressive displays of religion that I worry it makes others feel excluded, buying clothes to be worn only once or twice, and the uptick in depression and anxiety for so many people. You know, just light stuff.
All that aside, I still FREAKING LOVE IT. And maybe it’s a sign of maturity or a slackening of my moral code. But right or wrong, I don’t worry about what it means that I love it. I just crank up the Christmas music and love it. I do worry that my kids are becoming spoiled twerps, but that’s for another comic.
Whether you’re a holiday-lover or not, I wish you a happy December. And when you’re walking in that winter wonderland, remember that in studies, they’ve found that a shot of cold air up your nose makes you happier than a shot of hot air. For some reason, that always cheers me up in the winter;)