Our Christmas was quiet. Just the 3 of us. Sometimes I like it that way, but I do miss my giant family gatherings sometimes. Maybe next year.
The holiday was not without it's craziness. We decided to get the little man a drum set. I don't know if a 4 year old normally knows how to hold drumsticks and use the bass drum. I swear he played like he was doing it his whole young life. Instead of Marc Bolan, I think we may have Keith Moon. Yesterday we were trying to drum to an Eagles song and I realized it may not be so appropriate for a wee man to be singing, "somebody is going to hurt someone...". Quickly I said let's learn, Rock and Roll Radio by The Ramones. Much better.
Usually Christmas is also marked by us watching some marathon of a TV series. One year was, not a TV show, it was the Planet of the Apes movies. That was strange. One year it was Season 1 of The Sopranos. It made us start swearing more than we usually do. Last year was 6 Feet Under. I really love that show, but again kind of odd to be watching at Christmas. This year, I needed to lighten things up. I decided we missed a few episodes, and probably never saw Arrested Developmentt in the right order. I'm still laughing over the never nude.
Took the tree down yesterday. Sad to not have the lights, but I'm not one to keep holiday decorations up.
I'm not sure if it's an old wives tale, or just my mom's tale, but she always told me "you shouldn't do anything on New year's day that you don't want to do all year." In college I should have listened to this, because I always seemed to be nursing a hangover all year. Now that I'm older, taking down decorations is not high on my priority list of activities I want to do all year.