As is my tradition, I spent a quiet morning alone at The House on the Hill, not opening presents, and sipping eggnog while I watched TV.
Less to clean up that way, you know?
This Christmas morning did have a little twist to it, though. My Sweet Irish Girlfriend, who still won’t allow me to share her name or photo, called me at 6:00 to wish me a Merry Christmas before she headed off to church.
That was very sweet. Just starting off this usually lonely day, knowing that someone loves me, was a radical change from the norm. Now that I think of it, her realizing that she could call me at 6AM and not be at risk of suffering my Scrooge-like wrath, means that she understands how much I love her.
Merry Christmas, Sweetheart!
I did have fun on Christmas Eve recording snippets of Christmas Specials to send to my girlfriend across the ocean. I wanted her to know about American Christmas traditions, and those include watching shows like Rudolph, The Grinch, It’s A Wonderful Life, A Charlie Brown Christmas, and A Christmas Story.
My Sweet Irish Girlfriend responded with one photo to sum up Irish Christmas traditions. It was Bono in a Santa hat with a potato in one hand and a Guinness in the other.
I think I prefer the way we do Christmas on this side of the Atlantic.
Sure, I miss having Santa Claus visit The House on the Hill, but I’ve gotten used to it. There is still a little disappointment involved in waking up knowing there won’t be any presents to open, but I still find ways to enjoy the Holiday.
There will be pepperoni and cheese at The House in the Hill today in honor of my Dad’s Christmas tradition, and I’m making a big turkey dinner. Plus, there are plenty of treats around to keep my belly merry and jolly.
Even though I didn’t have any presents to open, Cali and Luna certainly did. The kitties have been running around The House on the Hill all morning playing with their new toys, and that warms my heart, which is clearly two sizes too small on December 25.
I’m looking forward to getting some serious writing done, and watching the big Jets game on Sunday. A three day weekend is exactly what I need right now.
Plus, it’s not like I’m just going to sit around the house moping. I’ve got big plans for later today that will make me, once again, feel like a little boy on Christmas…
It might not be a conventional Christmas, but it’s the way I choose to celebrate and I’m quite fine with it.
Besides, there’s a beautiful woman in Ireland who keeps wishing me a Merry Christmas and telling me how much she loves me.
All is well in my world.
Merry Christmas, Modern Philosophers!