A jew and a christian walk into a bar. No its not a joke, that’s what happened. My first date with Adam was at a bar in St Kilda. Having two people from very different backgrounds come together and raise a blended family certainly has its challenges, especially during the holidays.
The festive season is almost upon us and what a confusing mess it is at our house. Adam’s family is jewish so he has grown up with a strong disconnection to all things Christmas. As a teenager he would avoid shopping centres like the plague and would sometimes spend Christmas Day at the cinema, enjoying the air con and empty seats. Meanwhile, in Brisbane, in desperate need of a hair straightener, I would without fail spend each Christmas morning at church and for as long as I can remember presents, decorations and Christmas lunch were a very big deal.
We never have the big kids on Christmas Day so they miss out on our extended family lunch but we always have them on Boxing Day. Every year we celebrate as a family a few days before Christmas, on a day determined by their mum when drafting out the division of kids time. This Christmas break we will do a few days on and then a few days off leading up to our big 2 week holiday with them (the longest period in a row that we have ever had them). After this time, mum will take them to Hawaii for 2 weeks. Yes fine, she wins this round. For the little ones, A & J will grow up used to the idea that Santa comes early to our house (I think they’ll be ok).
Christmas can be a hard time for the kids. Its an emotionally charged time of year. Yes they get “double presents” but they don’t get to have both of their families together. Also with our rule about not taking toys etc from house to house, just like with their birthdays, it can be hard to give them a pile of presents only for them to have to leave back to mums and not be able to enjoy them until next time. The kids asked me last year how Santa knew how to find them at both houses. I told them he has an app that tells him when you’re at your mums and when you’re at your dads. They were satisfied.
So here you have 2 very different backgrounds, a lot of uneven expectations & a very irregular kids schedule. Christmas, or Christmakah as we call it can be a very unpredictable time of year.
Adam’s version of Christmakah goes something like this. A few presents, not too many because its their birthday soon (a month after). A tree…but not a Christmas tree, just a plant we already have around the house with a few decorations on it. Me: Adam we don’t have any plants big enough. Adam: Let’s go shopping! So, Adams version of Christmakah is shopping for plants for our house.
My version of Christmakah: Christmas decorations spewed all around the house. I want to dress as Santa and come down the chimney. I am elf on the shelf. I am Christmas pyjamas. I am photos with Santa and presents equal to a months wage.
Compromise.
The first few years Adam and I were together I was so restrained. Considering the big kids are at their mums on actual Christmas Day I was happy to keep it low key at ours. But then something happened. I had kids. And suddenly I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The joy and wonder I experienced as a child was so special and I want our kids to have that. I want them to tell a big hairy man what they want for Christmas and for once have it not be their dad.
This year I finally took a stand and did what I do every time I want to ease Adam into an idea. I pretended it was on sale. “Babe? I’d like to get a Christmas tree this year for the kids and at Kmart they’re only $25, they’re 600% off”. Adam: “yep, ok that sounds good”. See! gentle and calm and he is totally fine with the idea. It’s irrelevant that I came home with 60 baubles, tinsel up the wazoo, twinkling lights, oversized Christmas stockings with the kids names on them and Mariah Carey’s Christmas album. The important thing is we scored a Christmas tree bargain! And lets not mention that I put the tree up in early November.
Our little family is a funny one, with our unforeseeable schedules and our vastly different upbringings but I think a lot of families have quirks like that and Christmas is a great time to embrace all our differences. It’s a time to reflect on the year we just survived and to spend way more quality time together. Then, when the big kids go to mums, its a time to get drunk.