christmas time is heeeere

Over the years, my husband, sister and I have developed a Christmas coping mechanism tradition in which we sing the first line of the song “Christmas Time is Here” from A Charlie Brown Christmas whenever any stressful, dramatastic, or potentially holiday-ruining bullshit starts to go down.

Just in case you need a refresh on the first line of “Christmas Time is Here,” it is in fact:


Remember now? If you don’t, just listen to the Christmas station for 5 seconds. It’ll come on. There’s lounge piano and drum brushes. You’ll recognize it.

Anyway, here are just some of the things that have prompted me to burst into song already this year:

  1. My cat deciding that the absolute best place to pee is “under the Christmas tree” and doing so repeatedly. Resolutely. Relentlessly.
  2. Being afflicted with a crippling backache after wrapping roughly 87 million presents, only to then get into an argument with my husband about whose responsibility it is to wrap the gifts he got for his best friend’s kids.
  3. Getting a horrible stomachache from drinking too much boozy eggnog. In my pajamas. In bed. By myself.
  4. Having to shove my lumpy curvaceous figure into a sausage casing shape-wear every time I put on dress clothes for a holiday event.
  5. My father announcing he would not being attending the Christmas festivities because most of his teeth up and fell out his head.

So. Stressful holiday moments may make my husband, sister and I sing “Christmas Time is Here,” but what do you guys do to cope? Exercise? Nap? Boozy eggnog? Comment below. Also feel free to tell me what’s causing you to break out into your version of “Christmas Time is Here.” I’m listening.