6th
I must really love him…
My entire life I have been really afraid of all things Christmas (see below - although below is more a comment of how I wish there was some acknowledgment of other cultures, but I digress).
Yesterday, I went to a “tree trimming” party at my fiance’s brother’s house. I wasn’t even weirded out doing it (partly because the kids at that house are being raised halvsies, I think).
In fact, I had fun, and was psyched because my future mother-in-law crocheted me a fucking stocking. Yeah, that’s right. A stocking for like gifts and pieces of coal and what not.
I said, “I must really love you. I am totally fine with this.”
John said, “I went to temple with you.”
I was like, “So what, temple’s fun!” Kidding. I didn’t say that. I just said something like, “Well, uh yeah but that’s cause it was effing Rosh Hashana, duh.”
Anyway, long story short - I have always been respectful at other people’s houses when they have been kind enough to invite me in. But I have faked it. I have been weirded out the whole time.
Yesterday I was not. And I thought - I must really love him.
Or perhaps I just don’t care anymore, there are bigger things to worry about than a little tinsel.
(Although the menorah ornament was sorta too much.)
