2010-12-18 / Editorials & Letters

Lighten up: Santa is really a woman

By Dawn Weber

Santa? Yeah...he is a she.

Has to be. Take a look around - there’s no other way to explain it. All around the U.S., women are frantically planning for the holiday season.

And men...aren’t.

I hate to sound sexist. So I’ll just perpetuate a male/female stereotype. This time of year, women cook. We clean. We decorate. We bake cookies for entire school districts. We plan gourmet menus for people we hate.

We deck the freaking halls.

Females stalk sales, surf the web, shop the shops and max out the credit cards. We Blacken Friday.

That’s because we have to buy for kids, husbands, moms and dads. We have to buy for aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, friends, friends’ kids, dogs, cats, garbage men, the homeless and homeless garbage men.

There is one - and only one - logical reason for this: We are suckas...Sucka Clauses.

Guys? They don’t worry about this stuff. They don’t have to. They have us.

Hold the angry comments - because I know there are exceptions (not many!). But for the most part, women regard Dec. 1 as the beginning of a frantic, stressful emergency.

Men regard December first as...December first.

In fact, the whole season takes my husband by surprise.

On December 10: “What? You bought 80 Christmas cards!? Do we KNOW 80 people?”

On December 15: “What? You want to get a Christmas tree? Already?”

On December 20: “What? You want to put up lights? Already?”

And my personal favorite, on December 24: “What do you want for Christmas, dear? It’s time for me to start shopping...”

Of course, my holiday shopping began in December, too. December of last year.

Purchasing presents ranks as the only holiday activity I enjoy. That’s because it’s the one time of year that I can spend many thousands of dollars! Virtually guilt-free! Because it’s for others! Mostly. Except for those boots (and that Ipod...and...)

So as not to cause the husband’s first heart attack (yet), I usually try to space out giftbuying over several paychecks. I don’t always succeed, though, judging by our recent conversation:

“Holy s%#^!” he said, looking at the checkbook register.

“I know,” I said. “But I had to start shopping so the stuff gets shipped on time.”

“But four hundred forty- eight DOLLARS?!!” he said. “What did you buy?!”

“Stuff for the kids...the grandmas... And I’m not even close to done yet, so stop complaining,” I said.

“But...four hundred fortyeight dol...” he said.

“You think this stuff just magically appears under the tree, don’t you?” I said.

“Don’t Santa and the elves bring it?” he said.

“Santa, the elves and her checkbook are beat,” I said. “Now, hand them all beer, would ya?”

Dawn Weber is a Brownsville wife and working mother of two pre-teens. She blogs at http:// www.lightenupweber.blogspot. com

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