Catholic Spirituality

Christmas Adam

It’s not too late, you know, to close Advent out right.

But it’s a little too early to start decorating for Christmas, at least in my house. Which is a pity, because the tree is already dead. I blame the altitude.

The truth? Well, the tree is definitely dead. But we watered it semi faithfully, so I don’t know…it rather makes me feel like the 5 lb discrepancy between pregnancies did: #1 – ice cream binges and little to no exercise: 55 lbs; #2 – gym 6 days a week and a food journal: 50 lbs. Screw it.

Next year, that sucker can wither and die on its own accord. No coffee pots filled with tap water for you, Mr. $50 fir tree.

Anyway, back to the truth. The truth is, I’ve been so scattered and stressed and idiotically fixated on minute packing details like having!enough!3Mcommandstrips! (What? Seriously what the hell?) that I haven’t gotten around to much hall-decking this Advent.

Which is Advent-ageous in keeping with the liturgical spirit of the season, wouldn’t you agree?

So bad. So, so bad.

But it is kinda cool that Christmas is 5 days away and I haven’t decorated my house yet. Meaning, this final Sunday of Advent when my in-laws arrive, they will see nary a sprig of mistletoe or a carefully hung stocking. But that’s okay, we all know they’re coming for the grandkids, anyway.

But here’s anooooooother cool thing. Actually it’s a really weird thing. In my family of origin, Clan Senour, we called the day before Christmas Eve ‘Christmas Adam.’ Get it?

You should see us at a wedding together. Or anywhere they serve alcohol, really.

Christmas Adam is the most wonderful day of the year. Why, you ask? Because it’s entirely contrived! Free from commercialism, sentimentalism, or any outside pressure to deliver. It simply…is. Plus, aaaaaaall your last minute shopping needs can be addressed on this most secular of days.

So I invite you, dear readers, to embrace Christmas Adam this year. Last minute suicide mission to the mall? Christmas Adam. Bare halls beckoning you to deck them? Christmas Adam. Need a half case of wine from your local Costco liquor store? Christmas Adam.

I’d like to consider this my act of charity for the day, but this is really a far more worthy cause.

All my love and procrastination,

Santa’s medium sized helper.


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