Please tell us your least favorite/most annoying seasonal....
1) dessert/cookie/family food
I love all desserts. I can't think of a single Christmas food I don't like. The fact that I can't seem to lose weight probably derives from that fact.
I love all desserts. I can't think of a single Christmas food I don't like. The fact that I can't seem to lose weight probably derives from that fact.
2) beverage (seasonal beer, eggnog w/ way too much egg and not enough nog, etc...)
I have never really gotten into eggnog. I don't dislike it; I just don't like it.
I have never really gotten into eggnog. I don't dislike it; I just don't like it.
3) tradition (church, family, other)
Waiting until Christmas day to open presents. When I was a kid, I'd find my parents hiding places for the presents, then carefully open mine. My mom figured this out one year and really gave me heck. She was so angry. I'm not sure why.
Waiting until Christmas day to open presents. When I was a kid, I'd find my parents hiding places for the presents, then carefully open mine. My mom figured this out one year and really gave me heck. She was so angry. I'm not sure why.
4) decoration
I love Christmas decorations, even the tacky blow-up kind. I love the lights in the dark of night.
I love Christmas decorations, even the tacky blow-up kind. I love the lights in the dark of night.
5) gift (received or given)
If I were my mother, I'm sure it would be the Evening in Paris perfume I gave her every year. I smelled it at some point when I had grown up and couldn't imagine what I was thinking.
I hate Christmas. This year we are having a session retreat the last weekend of the year. That means I get no Christmas. On the 20th, I'm having an open house for the congregation. The 23rd is thankfully a Christmas Cantata and I am not preaching. But we have a Christmas Eve service. Then I get to plan for the retreat. I never get to be with my family. I never get to have a Christmas turkey. I can't wait until I retire and I can love Christmas again.
If I were my mother, I'm sure it would be the Evening in Paris perfume I gave her every year. I smelled it at some point when I had grown up and couldn't imagine what I was thinking.