November 29, 2010 § 9 Comments
It will come as a surprise to no one when I say that marriage, it turns out, involves negotiations. Not the least of which is where to spend holidays. We are lucky in that both of us really like both our parents and our in-laws, but in a way it makes it almost harder because both of us would love to spend the holidays with the others’ family while at the same time we’re each devastated by the thought of missing a holiday with our own. It’s a win-win-lose-lose situation! This year the solution is to spend Thanksgiving with Joel’s family and Christmas with mine (which does mean we’ll be missing the Chanukah party with the painfully inept magician. Sigh.). And we discovered this weekend that this also translates into getting to participate in the sparkles and lights of Christmas festivities twice!
I swear, we had no sooner wiped the crumbs of turkey and cranberry sauce from our lips and tossed our napkins onto the table with little groans of satisfaction, when a faint ring of jingle-bells began to tingle-lingle in the air. And the soundtrack (yes, this would be the soundtrack in my mind) crescendoed until the strains of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” burst onto the scene. The weather in Washington cooperated with gusto, dropping a foot and a half of snow over a couple of days, turning the city into a giant snow globe, and enabling us to cross-country ski through the streets, waving at the cheery red-cheeked neighbors and the children out sledding. (Seriously, it was like someone decided we should spend the weekend in a Holiday greeting card.) There were presents to be selected and given. A chimeric Christmas-tree-Chanukah-bush to be cut down and trimmed. Carols to be sung. White Christmas to be watched. And, of course, cookies to be baked.