A Word About Holiday Wear

One of the things that makes Christmas so magical is the beauty that surrounds the holiday. The soft twinkle of the lights, the scent of fresh pine, colorfully wrapped packages tied with pretty bows.

So I don’t understand why people insist on ruining the atheistic of Christmas by wearing stuff like this:

Yes, that’s right. I’m taking a stand against holiday wear.

You can wear red. You can wear green. It’s even acceptable to wear red and green together as long as there aren’t any Santa appliques. Or jingle bells that ring when you walk. Or large cross-stitched poinsettias.

I took an informal Twitter poll the other day, and every person who responded was in agreement with me that holiday wear should be left in Great Aunt Minnie’s closet. I suspect the people who harbor snowmen sweaters and reindeer antler headbands in their wardrobes didn’t respond for fear of being mocked.

In the interest of full disclosure I must admit that I own a pair of Christmas socks.

They were a gift, and being from a long line of frugal Dutch people I can’t bring myself to throw away a perfectly good pair of socks. Even if they do have candy canes on them. If only one of the socks would get a hole in the heel. Then I  could toss them without guilt. It’s unlikely though, because there are only two occasions on which these socks leave the dark recesses of the bottom of my drawer.

1. Christmas morning, and I only wear them to look festive for the children’s sake.

2. When I get so behind on the laundry they’re the only option left. This is particularly shameful when it happens in September.

I’m begging you. Skip the holiday wear this year. No one wants to be blinded by the glare of the sequined Christmas tree on your vest.

Photo by Rikomatic used with permission under Creative Commons License.