As most readers will know (or will probably have surmised from the many, many posts about my dog), the Librarian in the City is a solitary city dweller. With the holidays approaching, I’ve been trying to get into the spirit, but it’s not the same when it’s just you and your dog. Back in my early 20s, when I got my first solo apartment, I was very excited because I was going to get my very own, REAL Christmas tree. As a child, we’d had real trees when I was young, and I just adored the smell of the Christmas tree in the house. But later, we stopped having a real tree and switched to a realistic, but fake tree. I know that’s probably better than cutting down trees, plus my brother had asthma, so he couldn’t take the real thing, but as a little girl I was so disappointed that we wouldn’t have that awesome pine tree scent ever again. So from that time, I became bound and determined to have a real tree the first time I had my own apartment.
I did just that the first Christmas I had my own apartment when I was 20 years old, during my first year of grad school. On a blusteringly cold evening when I didn’t have class, I went to the only place I knew to buy trees in that small college town. It was starting to snow, and I got myself the tiniest, ugliest little tree. It was probably about 6′ tall, but I didn’t have a very big apartment, and also, I was going to have to carry it up two flights of stairs by myself. So I got the tree into my Honda Civic, carried it up the two flights of stairs, and put it in my apartment. It smelled very pine-y and I was extremely happy with it. I covered it with lights and ornaments in purple and silver. For a couple weeks, things went well with the tree. I didn’t have many guests, so it wasn’t like anyone really saw the tree but me, but I was so happy when I walked in the door coming from class, and there was my Christmas tree!
However, I watered it dutifully, but within a week or two it had started to drop needles. I vacuumed. I vacuumed some more. Finally Christmas came and went and it was time to get rid of the tree. I’d purchased a huge bag that went under the tree, so in theory, when it was time to dispose of the tree, all I had to do was take all the ornaments off and then just pull this bag up around it. Well, that didn’t go so well. Needles ended up everywhere. There were so many needles on the floor that I don’t even know how any were even left on the tree. I swear, I was still vacuuming up pine needles in May.
So needless to say, I didn’t get a Christmas tree again after that. However, I do want to feel like I’m in the holiday spirit! It’s especially difficult living in Southern California, where the average temperature in December is 68 degrees F. Not exactly the kind of weather that makes me think “holiday” for a girl who grew up in Dallas, where I even once had snow on Christmas! I don’t really watch TV, so I’m not seeing all the holiday commercials, and I don’t really go out shopping, so I don’t see all the holiday stuff in stores. It would be easy to overlook the fact that it’s the holidays up until the moment that I get to my parents’ house for Christmas. So, in the absence of the usual holiday rituals – group celebrations, meaningful decorations like trees or menorahs, and what have you – here are some of the holiday rituals of this nerdy little librarian:
- “holiday” movie marathons. I put “holiday” in quotation marks because the movies I associate with the holidays are probably not even remotely like what most people would consider holiday movies. Some of them include:
- The Lord of the Ring trilogy: because these came out around Christmas, I’ll always think of these as holiday movies, even though there is nothing remotely holiday about them
- The Harry Potter….hepatology? series? ouevre? Whatever. Same reason as the above, at least for the first couple movies.
- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo: yup, same reason. Saw it last year at the holidays.
- Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang: this does take place not only around Christmas, but also in LA! It’s a totally demented dark comedy, but I love it.
- painting my fingernails with extremely glittery nail polish. I used to work at Crate and Barrel, and like 90% of the Christmas ornaments we stocked had glitter, so I spent the months of November – December perpetually covered in glitter for the 5 years I worked there. So when I think holidays, I think glitter! Plus, December means the end of the quarter at work, and thus not much interaction with students, faculty, or anyone that I need to think of me as a Highly Professional Research Librarian Type, so I feel like glitter nail polish is more acceptable. 🙂
- burning my Evergreen candle from Bath and Body Works. This is a $10 candle that smells even better than any real tree ever did, and it can be carried into the apartment in my purse, rather than having to be hauled up the stairs like a dead body as I did with a real tree.
- listen to holiday music, but I’m picky. Since I’ve worked in retail for a total of almost 10 years, and in restaurants for 2, I’ve heard enough traditional holiday music that I would rather strangle someone with my bare hands than listen to some of that stuff again voluntarily. For that reason, last year I devised a holiday music playlist on Spotify that I called “Holiday music that doesn’t make me want to kill someone.” It’s a lot of really cool indie artists doing some decent Christmas/holiday music, if you’re into that kind of thing.
- drink eggnog! I usually just have it straight out of the carton. That is to say, straight without any alcohol added – I am putting it in a glass and not drinking it straight from the carton. I like it in coffee. And every once in awhile, I do add a little bit of alcohol to it, usually in the form of 44. I’ve not had any yet this year, so I must get some next time I go shopping.
- buy my dog Christmas-themed toys that she will disdain and totally ignore. This is because she disdains every toy that she is ever given, with the exception of this exact squirrel. It is first toy I had for her when I got her, and it’s the only toy she will recognize. I call it Squirrelly, and after just over a year, we’re on Squirrelly Number 6, with Number 7 waiting in my closet (yes, I buy more than one at a time now). She plays HARD with Squirrelly. So if you ever feel inclined to get Ophelia a gift, I advise that it either be a.) made of meat or b.) Squirrelly.
So those are my holiday traditions! How about you, my dear readers? What kind of nonsense are you getting up to this holiday season?