Very little regarding Christmas happens in the Smith household without my wife’s instigation. Although I enjoy our Christmas traditions, I too often free-ride on her efforts.
Despite incessant guilt over my Christmas indolence, I had to laugh at this story from Knoxville, Tennessee. You should read the whole story, but here is an excerpt of a breakfast conversation between the author and her husband:
“December is run by women,” I told him. “It doesn’t matter if it’s Hannukah, Kwanzaa or Christmas, women do it all. Without women, holiday cookies wouldn’t be baked, Christmas cards wouldn’t be sent, and kids wouldn’t see Santa at the mall.”
I paused for a moment while the waitress took our order, then continued to rant.
“If women didn’t do the shopping, kids really would get coal for Christmas. Actually, coal is too hard to find. If it were left up to men, kids would just get sticks gathered from around the yard. And I guarantee, the sticks wouldn’t be picked up until the day before Christmas, and then only if they were on sale!”
Our food arrived a few minutes later. I attacked my pumpkin pancakes with righteous zeal. My husband was unusually quiet. I watched him move his hash browns slowly around his plate without taking a bite. Finally he spoke. “So would now be a bad time to ask you what you picked out for my mother this year?” he said.
Hat tip to Kirsten at Re:invention Blog.