What is christmasteria?

So, to be honest, I’m still deciding the exact definition.

It’s either the perfect word to describe my 12 year old daughter’s current obsession with all things Christmas and the sense of anticipation of the immense joy her proposals will deliver. 

Or, it is the sinking feeling I get on listening to said proposal knowing I’m probably moments away from popping said anticipation and immense joy…

This manifested in a Christmas list early November (in PowerPoint).

Then a plan to make our own advent calendars. Gone are the days that opening a cardboard door to a picture of something was fun. Instead the plan was to each sew our own and fill someone else’s with goodies. This got watered down to one for her, and glued because the sewing machine doesn’t work, and some chocolates because skincare products every day for 24 really was only an insta pipedream… (pop!).

Then there was the seasonal pajamas, which of course you have to get early in December to fully get the value… only she made the tactical error of raising this before my birthday (it really is early enough in December for there to be minimal Christmas chat before that), and not appreciating the equally festive offering I sourced (post-birthday) that was significantly cheaper but not as soft… (pop!).

So as I’m making up the term ‘christmasteria’, maybe it can be both, and we leave it to a flip of a coin as to which will win out at any particular point.

Excuse me while I go find my Christmas joy and work on subduing my inner-grinchness…