Every year I face the same set of questions and the same reactions when the holiday season rolls around.
“Have you decorated yet? Are you going to get a tree? Have you done your Christmas shopping?”
“No. No. and Double No.”
Here in the Nomad House we take a decidedly low key approach to the holidays. And by low key, I mean that we don’t do crap to celebrate them. No decorations. No Christmas carols. No letters to Santa. Neither Nomad Papa nor I are holiday people and thus far (knock on wood) the kids seem perfectly happy to go right along with that.
(Don’t believe me – look back up at the photo. Does that look like a face that is happy to celebrate the holidays?!?!)
Everyone else I know is much less willing to give us a free pass. I have been accused of practically abusing my children (by my sister), of needing to go to therapy (by a friend) and have been told numerous times that “things will change when the kids get older”. No one, and I do mean NO ONE, has ever considered that I might have some very good reasons for not decking the halls with balls of holly. Since this is my damn blog, I’ve decided to put the holiday question to bed once and for all.
