IT'S CRIMUS!

As far as my youngest, floofiest son is concerned, "Crimus" is the funny, sparkly not tree we hang toys on that he can't play with but that he can sleep under on a soft blankie.

His name is Milosh, by the way. This is the second post he's been in, and I don't think I've properly introduced him yet...

My Christmas Spirit has been a bit lacking this year, for obvious reasons. We usually try to catch at least one holiday concert or show, that didn't happen this year. I haven't really been in the mood for Christmas movies or music, either. It's left me with a lot of time to dwell on all the things that made the holidays special when I was a kid that really don't exist anymore - the family trip to the mall to see Santa, and Tillie the Talking Christmas Tree? The mall that had Tillie was bulldozed and built over years ago now. The Christmas Day road trip to visit family downstate? All deceased. Only one lives down there anymore, and she prefers to come up to the city for holidays. The Christmas movie? Thanks, Covid.

I think I'll take boring Christmas to overbooked Christmas, though... I remember how burned out I was during Career Girl Christmases, when my work doubled or tripled as my social obligations did the same. We'd go absolutely overboard with festivity to juice ourselves up to get through it. And then we'd barrel right into events season, it wasn't like we had a break afterwards. I definitely miss being functional and capable and certainly miss having a steady paycheck, but there are a lot of toxic elements of corporate culture I don't miss at all.

Anyway, here we are at Christmas Eve Eve, and that went by a lot faster than expected! Turns out blogging is a great hyperfocus to timesuck into, heh. This is also t-minus 13 days to new hip. Thank heavens, it's getting really bad, and I am weary.

By the way, the best way to win Whameggedon is to not go out and not listen to the radio 😅😅

Speaking of, it's almost time for my playlist to shine!!

A little history here - the real "War on Christmas" is my family's Christmas music preferences. My mom wants it as traditional as possible - 1960's Mormon Tabernacle Choir traditional. My grandma would prefer a little poppier - your Andy Williams, and Bing Crosby with The Andrews Sisters. My dad despises all of that, and will only listen to Mannheim Steamroller, Trans Siberian Orchestra, and Lindsey Stirling. Meanwhile, me and my brother like weird novelty songs that my mom has always claimed have ruined Christmas completely for her.

So, I made a playlist for our family's Christmas Eve celebrations, where the first couple of hours is a mix acceptable to the older half of the family, and the second part is for the younger. I also went ahead and made the second half play you through all of Whameggedon to full immunity. Happy Hannukah to all!

Also, there is no Mariah on this playlist. There is one cover, it’s a “good” one. One song about how that song ruined Christmas, too.