After all Christmas craziness, late gift matters most

By Thomas Garcia: Quay County Sun

High anxiety, stress, rushing around like there is no tomorrow and eggnog. It must be Christmas.

“’Tis the season to be jolly,” or so the song says.

I find myself with a little case of the “humbug.” At first I thought it was the flu. It is not that I do not like Christmas or appreciate and honor the religious significance of the holiday.

I just get tired of all the advertisements and jolly songs — right about mid-November. That is right folks. Thanks to the vast influence and far-reaching grip of commercialism, Christmas is in our faces right after Halloween.

All that is missing is miniature “Yule time” chocolates bites for people to give out during trick-or-treating.

Now before you label me anti-Christmas or give me the nickname of ‘Scrooge,” there are parts of Christmas that I do enjoy.

I know Christmas is getting close when I hear Dolly Parton sing “A Christmas to Remember.” The song is featured in the 1986 TV-movie Smoky Mountain Christmas. My mom loves that movie and all things Dolly Parton.

When I was younger, I knew every Christmas we were going to watch that movie. So for me it became a tradition to hear that song.

I am a sucker for Christmas lights. In fact, the more lights the better.

I will often drive around at night to see the different houses in the area. It not uncommon for me to drive through the same area twice.

The best lights are those old traditional bulbs — you know, the ones that came in orange, green, blue and red.

The new LED lights are nice. Their crisp color makes many homes, trees and fences very festive.

I do not care for the icicle lights. They are not too original and, well, if I wanted to see icicles light up, I’d simply turn on my porch light.

Another joy of mine is “A Charlie Brown Christmas.” Oh how I love that show. In fact, next to the river rafting one, it is my favorite Charlie Brown movie ever. I can be in the worst mood ever and once I see that on TV the remote is put down and Snoopy and the gang bring a smile to my face.

The final thing I enjoy about Christmas is my family, especially my sister. Now while I have not always been the best brother, she has always been my saintly sister. I always tell everyone, “She’s the good one; the one that got it right.”

I have not told anyone this, but for the longest time I have considered my sister my favorite and most cherished late Christmas gift.

She was born on Dec. 26, 1980. Sorry, Nicole. Now everyone knows your age.

I call her “mouse.” It’s a funny story. I’ll tell it another time.

I can honestly say, without a shadow of a doubt, it is not Christmas until my sister comes home.

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