I think it’s after Christmas that the holiday season really shines.
We did homemade Christmas this year, so I can’t say that I got all caught up in the sales and gluttony. But there always seems to be one point in December when I look with dread at the week ahead and think: I’m not going to make it. I want to pull a K-Pants and throw the couch cushions on the floor, curl up with Blankie, and stick my fingers in mouth.
This is what my mom likes to call a low bean count. Apparently we all have a bean pile that allows us to keep going, but at certain times, the beans are low. We’ve made too many potluck chilis, glued too many beans to homemade magnets, exploded too many proverbial pressure cookers of unfinished lentil stew. There are barely enough beans left in the pile to hang up the stockings, let alone call the city about missing stop signs or get a plumber to fix the gunshot noise the dishwasher is making.
But now we’ve made it through Christmas.
The stockings are still hung by the fire with care (or below the fake wreath next to the TV). The adrenaline is gone, and we can finally settle in for a long winter’s nap.
My husband and I have been in our PJs for most of the last few days. A blizzard has come through to maroon us in case we were thinking of going anywhere, and the Pants has started sleeping until 8 a.m. With all the presents opened, all we have to do is eat magic cookie bars and watch Netflix.
It’s a little secret that the 12 Days of Christmas start after Christmas. This is when the Wise Men were on their a road trip, and the shepherds were all aglow (not hitting after-Christmas sales). I think that if the poor shepherds were able to curl up to Star Wars or About a Boy, warm cup of hot chocolate in-hand, they might have ditched the sheep.
So enjoy your down time between Christmas and the acceleration of the New Year. Try to keep a warm mug of something in hand, and a blankie nearby.