All I want for Christmas

I know it's late... but... if you want to get me something... I wouldn't mind

Generation nex

Merry #%@&! Christmas

I have this hat... it's a hat that I use to remind me of my Papa D. It is your typical red and green colors and it says "Merry #%@&! Christmas" on it. You see my Pappa D was, on the outside, a sourpuss and would always be our Bah Humbug of the season... this of course was just a facade as he would actually be the most generous and most comical during the Christmas season. He would send my mother Christmas card after Christmas card with all kinds of things on them... mostly funny. Still he would insist that he was Bah Humbug about the whole thing... so I wear it in honor of him every year since he can no longer carry it on.

Here's a bit of Bah Humbug for you...
My wife's mother died about 7 years ago... some people like to remember their loved ones on Christmas... others would like to forget... I, being more of the former... and she being rather more of the latter... which is why this story sucks....
My wife has been working pretty hard as of late to cover some of our debts and generating new debt by finishing school, which is great. However she was stressed over the fact that we really didn't plan on doing anything for Christmas this year. You see we had planned on driving across country to Nebraska and having Christmas there.... however due to financial constraints (thus the driving and not flying) and the weather conditions (worst winter in 10 years) we decided not to go... this left us with no decorations up at the house and not a chance in getting a good tree for a good price. So I decided to go the artificial route....
I took off half of a Friday (note this was the worst day I had had at work in 2 years) and conspired with my mother to decorate the apt while my wife was at work. I put up the tree and the lights and some ornaments... left the decision on the Angel or the Santa for the tree for her to decide late... then put some lights out on the fence outside... half colored, half white... I found some stockings in the box of stuff and put them up... two were not labeled.... one was my wife's name... one was my name (which I left in the box) and one was her mother's name... considering that I'm one to remember my loved ones.... I put her mother's stocking up along with the other decorations that I had... I found a tree skirt... put that under the tree... found some purple lights which used to be in this stupid metal star thing that nearly killed my wife one Halloween night... so I put those purple lights up in the bedroom around the bookcase... I took some of the purple snowflake stuff on top of the entertainment stand... I dusted the entertainment stand first mind you... oh and I dusted the bookcase first too... I setup the laptop with some Christmas music... and I went off to pick her up...

We came home... I put a blindfold on her... ran into the house and plugged in all the Christmas lights turned on the music and turned off all the other lights... walked her up to the front step and the first words out of her mouth was "Where did you find the colored lights?!?!!" I said, "in a box with all the other Christmas stuff". To which she replied with "I hate colored lights".... then she walked in the front door and went "ooh and you put up a tree..." then she saw the stocking and said... "You put up my mother's stocking?!!!!!, take it down NOW!!!" of course my hands were full of the stuff that I took from her so that she could walk into house sans stuff... and I was in the middle of putting it all down... since I didn't respond quick enough she got more and more angry.... "WHERE DID YOU FIND IT?!!?" "In the box with the rest of the Christmas stuff...." I replied... "Take it down now...", I take it down and place it on top of the box from where it came from and proceed to put other stuff away... she storms off to the bathroom.... I open the box... take everything out... because the stocking came from the bottom of the box... and put it back exactly as I found it.... she comes back into the room... chuckles... oh and you have music too... but it was too late... I was pissed.... she storms off again... I go and sit on the couch for about 5 minutes... just starring at the front door knob with the santa head hanging from it...

Bah humbug is all I could think.....

Fast forward to now... I was pissed then... she hurt me by just taking a shit on something that I thought was clever/romantic/thoughtful... after talking to her about it... she just ended up getting more depressed about the whole thing due to her being an asshole and thoughts of her mother... it sucks having a wife who's chronically depressed about everything....
I'm over the whole thing... you live... you learn... you move on...
I now know that my wife is one of those people that wants to just forget the ones who have passed on during the season, since it's so hard to think of times without them.... I can understand that... to each his/her own... I just not what to do in the future... of course I'll fix my error next time and she'll be upset because I didn't include her mother's things... but whatever... I'll cross that fight when I come to it... the important thing is that I'm wearing a "Merry #%@&! Christmas" hat and I did a totally festive thing with the Apt. I think that I'm doing a pretty good job taking on my Papa D's legacy.