The other day H and I were running errands and the topic of the holidays came up. Sine my mom is moving up to CT (this weekend!!!!!), I will be hosting Christmas at my house. Not everyone is joining us, but there will be a significant amount of people there and while I am not so keen on all the work that will go into the festivities, I am thrilled that we will have a nice Christmas with my mom (it's only happened a couple of times in 25 years!). H's mom had mentioned wanting to spend Christmas with us when we saw them back in August so I asked H to find out if they were joining us as well - he of course doesn't want them to - and he's all quiet and then makes the following announcement: "I hate Christmas. I hate the holidays in general. I hate the weeks leading up to it and the weeks following. I hate having to spend money and buy presents and I hate all the work and aggravation that goes with it. And I hate that immediately following Christmas, I have a ton of bills due." Ummm, does he mean the same monthly bills that arrive every month? And what work and aggravation is he talking about? I do all the preparations, etc. I might ask him to run to the store for last minute supplies/food, but he doesn't do any prep work. And every year I tell him to put a cap on his spending and start earlier, but he always waits until December 23rd to do his shopping, he always goes to the malls (!!!) and he always thinks he has to be Santa and buys expensive items. No No No. I ask our girls for a list and I choose a few reasonable things from the list. I buy GC's for nearby relatives and bake bake bake breads and cookies for friends and a couple of close neighbors. By the time he's ready to start thinking of shopping, I am well past that point so really, it's all done - in fact, it's not even necessary for him to buy anything for anyone by that point. And it's not about the gifts. I'd rather have nice decor, great food and treats and friends and family around for Christmastime. On the actual day, we usually go to the movies for the afternoon and then graze on leftovers, so I don't even understand what he's talking about in regards to it being so stressful. But the point is, he's ruining it for me. Each year, he gets worse and more vocal about how much he hates Christmas. I happen to be a Christmas baby - I was born two days after Christmas, so pardon me for enjoying the holidays a bit. I also ALWAYS schedule that time off from work and I look forward to it. It's NOT about the presents, it IS about the time off, the down time, the foods, etc. I enjoy taking those measly 10 days and just being carefree. This year my oldest sister will be in town for those days and I am really looking forward to that time with her as well as the time spent with my mom. And here is H, Eeyore himself, trying to ruin it for me. I am determined not to allow him to do so, but it's hard because I'm already feeling fragile these days. What can I do to prevent my Scroogey Eeyore from ruining this time of year for me??