The 12 Guilty Pleasures of Christmas: The Finale!

I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it: Toys not included. ~Bernard Manning


Here in the US, it’s less than T-minus 24 hours to the big day. All the carols, all the shopping, all the threats of bodily harm to others over that prime parking space at Target. In less than a day Christmas will be here and we’ll all be saying to one another, “So, what are you doing for Martin Luther King weekend?” It’s been weird for me since I left the retail world for the comparatively secular world of government service. Christmas is less a reality and more a periphery: instead of Christmas carols played at loud volume over the PA, I get soft strains of piano music coming up from the next floor. Instead of decorations everywhere I get a brief, wistful glimpse of the Capitol Christmas tree (sorry, Holiday tree) in the night sky through my tall glass windows.

I think we have to find a happy medium for Christmas. If we get too saturated in the commercialism we risk becoming jaded and hostile (just ask the knife-wielding lady I encountered at the mall parking lot one year.) If we forget the real meaning of Christmas , we risk losing our fundamental good nature and benevolence for others. Like anything else, if Christmas is overdone, it will lose its uniqueness.

I hope my readers will have a merry Christmas, whether they actually celebrate or not. I have received at least one Christmas miracle this year and my hope is that others will as well. Whether they are in need of something as huge as a new apartment or as small as a good new pair of boots, I wish that they will receive not just what they want, but what they really need.

Enjoy the holiday, and the conclusion to our Guilty Pleasures series (see parts 1, 2 and 3 if you missed them!)

Guilty Pleasure #3: Good Food


My mom doesn’t cook the traditional turkey or ham; she goes all-out and prepares a feast fit for a king with beef rib roast, homemade croissants, pecan pie, asparagus, and mashed potatoes. It’s the kind of meal I spend half a year eagerly anticipating. Then, I have to spend half a day at the gym just burning it all off. Just for one day, it’s worth it. I’m also one of those people who nibbles at her Christmas booty of M&Ms and cashews all day long leading up to dinner.

Guilty Pleasure #2: Sleeping In


Now that I’m not a kid anymore, don’t have kids,  and thus don’t need to wake up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning, sleeping until 10 is a rare gift for me. Even on my off days my biological clock usually forces me to wake up between 7 and 8, so this is a special treat. I know I’m getting older when the temptation of more sleep outweighs the draw of opening presents, but it is what it is.

Guilty Pleasure #1: Family


I’ll admit it here: I actually enjoy spending time with my extended family. Like eggnog and roast chestnuts, however, I just need to do it in the right amounts.

Merry Christmas to all! What’s on your agenda for the big day?

~ by Howlin' Mad Heather on December 24, 2012.

One Response to “The 12 Guilty Pleasures of Christmas: The Finale!”

  1. My plans are to enjoy the time, food, and company.

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