Before you panic, Christmas is not “ruint”. It’s one of those oft-repeated phrases we toss around here during this time of the year. Why? well, pull up a chair, get some eggnog…
Some of the members of my family on the female side tend to go a little overboard, searching, as we all sometimes do, for that holiday perfection. Yes, I am guilty of this myself. Now I don’t know if something specific happened, or of there was a big family blowout, but I do know a large portion of my family got quite tired of my grandmother (my mom’s mother) and her endless fiddling with everything to make it perfect. Just decorating the tree takes three days, as every ornament must be equidistant from each other. Maybe it was this, maybe it was one or more of us bawling and bellowing that something ridiculous like the silverware drawer wasn’t clean enough for company, or the bathroom wasn’t decorated just so.
And because we are family, we have no qualms about knocking each other off these pedestals of ridiculous perfection. I’m not sure who started it, maybe it was my grandfather, know as Papa to all. “That’s it!” I’ve heard him holler more than once, “Christmas is RUINED!” But given we are Maritimers through and through, and most of us have that harsh East Coast sea-faring tone to our voices, it comes out as “Christmas is RUINT!”
This week, as I have somewhat tried to cobble things together, and started to get stressed, the members of my household are quick to remind me. It’s not the perfect decorations, the magazine-like settings, the caterer-quality food, but the time we spent together. Well, there still better be enough food, they don’t care as long as it’s edible.
But anyway, when one section of lights on the fabulously decorated white and gold tree went out, right in front, we just laughed and said, “Christmas is RUINT!”
When we couldn’t find the Boney M Christmas Album, we said “Christmas is RUINT!”
We even try to find the most ridiculous suggestions of perfection and yell “Christmas is RUINT!” just because.
When I forgot to put the timer on for the gumdrop loaf Ron loves and I haven’t made in at least 3 years, using nanny’s recipe, all written over, I almost cried, but I still said with a smile, “Christmas is RUINT!” He ate it anyway.
When my mom gets here in a couple more hours, she’s probably note the wrapping paper she used doesn’t match mine OR the tree, and she’ll scream “Christmas is RUINT!” Then we’ll really laugh.
Regardless of what happens – if I get those presents finally wrapped and those jammie pants sewn, Christmas morn will still dawn like it has for two thousand years. So, on this holiday eve, may you have a great time being surrounded by family, and I hope your Christmas isn’t “RUINT!”