I can’t help it. It’s what I hear when someone says “Merry Merry” as in Christmas. Which is 2 days away, are y’all aware? Help me Run DMC!
But! Before that, The Musician turns 12! On the 24th! Christmas freaking Eve, people. Yes, for unto us a child was born, lo these many years ago, and I swear on a stack of whatever you got, I get really of tired of people who have to get all up in my business about this. It is pretty much impossible to have the conversation of “when is your son’s birthday” and say “December 24th” and have them not offer some sort of comment, and to that end I have determined that there are two types of people in this world – those who comment positively on a Christmas Eve bday, and those who do the exact opposite like the a-holes they are.
Type #1: “What, you had a baby on Christmas Eve? How could you do that to him? The poor kid, he must feel SO ripped off! You wait ’til he’s older when he understands what’s going on, he’s going to HATE you! That really sucks, poor guy, I bet you just wrap up stuff for him and say it’s for his birthday AND Christmas, right? So not fair, I bet he hates it.”
That right there is a whole lotta rage directed at me – and indirectly at The Genealogist, of course, who was also involved. But really? I no longer have any time for these people. When I was pregnant and due dangerously close to this date, people gave me grief. And then once he was born, people continued with the grief and I have over the past several years told this type of birthday joy-killer to suck it. Actually, my typical response is to say “we think it’s a really special day to be born” and leave it at that, because Type #1 people are generally too stupid to get it. And, if I actually ever sent Christmas cards? They would be off the list so fast.
Type #2 is much nicer. They will still feel the need to comment, but totally go in for the “Wow, that’s awesome, what an exciting time it must have been for you when he was born, and how special it must be to have a birthday at Christmas, etc.” So much love for these people. Mainly because these are genuinely nice and smart and lovely people to begin with, but I have also noticed that these lovely people NEVER mention the line about the gifts. Never. They don’t assume the kid gets “ripped off” in the gift department. Why? Because for Type #2 it’s not all about the stuff. Which I love so, so much.
In truth, it is a bit challenging having a December 24th birthday, but for the past 12 years, we have managed, and The Musician, partly because he’s just so damned awesome, really loves his birthday. From the time he gets up in the morning until it gets dark, it is his birthday. Only when the sun goes down do we get in the Christmas Eve zone, and that has worked well for us. And, in some ways, it helps with the “day before Christmas” crazy that can happen with kids. With the birthday to focus on for the majority of the day, the whole “Santa’s coming tonight” thing tends to take a back seat ever so slightly, leading to calmer times for all.
When I was pregnant, I remember thinking “oh please don’t let me have this baby on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, I don’t want to be in hospital over Christmas!” And then, early in the morning of the 24th I went into labour and thought “Oh fuck”. But then, about 10 hours later he was born, and he was so perfect and it didn’t matter what the date was, or that I missed out on Christmas dinner and Boxing Day festivities or anything else. We had our very first baby, and that was way more important than any of those other events could ever be.
So as you enjoy the Christmas holiday season, please raise a toast to all the babies born around Christmas time, and send happy thoughts their way, so that they can one day live in a world where jerks don’t ruin their birthdays for them by explaining to them how sucky it is to be born at this time of the year.
Peace, joy and love to all. And a very happy 12th birthday to The Musician, the greatest 12-year old in the history of 12-year olds, who has done such great things already, and will continue to do great things. Because you know that other guy whose birth we celebrate tomorrow? He didn’t start doing much until he was at least twice that age. I’m just saying.
*Totally aware it’s actually “Mary, Mary”. Just trying to be funny and festive, yo.