This is hard to write, but I’m thinking my troop of baboon friends can help me out.
I am not a Christian, but I love Christmas. I can massage almost every Christmas tradition into something meaningful for my Yuletide/Solstice beliefs. I love the feeling of hope and redemption that comes with the season. I love having a tree filled with lights and ornaments, I love making gifts for my friends and loved ones. I love baking holiday cookies, I love cookie exchanges. I love getting cards and reading people’s newsletters. I love holiday movies (although I will admit I like older stuff better than current films) and I love holiday music.
For decades I have listened to my holiday CDs at the office during December. For many years I played them using my computer but these days I have a little teeny radio/CD player. I tend to the more traditional music; Mommy Kissing Santa Clause and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer aren’t in my collection.
This past week I began to bring in my CDs and (as always) I said to all the folks who sit around me that if the music bothered them to let me know. In fact, just this morning, two of the folks who sit on either side of me chimed in on what to play next. So it was shocking to me when my boss emailed me in the early afternoon that someone had come to her and complained about the music.
I’m broken hearted. Not because I have to use headphones or ear buds to listen to my music. I’m broken hearted because someone who sits nears me, someone who has worked besides me for YEARS (we haven’t changed seating arrangements in about 4 years) thought it was better to complain to our boss than to stop by my cube and say “Hey, I’m having a bunch of calls today, can you turn your Christmas stuff down?” or “I’m having a really stressful day and your music is distracting – do you have ear buds?” It’s completely disheartening to think that anybody who knows me even remotely would be able to imagine me getting pissed off about something like that.
I feel like a balloon that’s been stuck with a sharp pin – deflated and completely spiritless. I know it’s just one person, but I’m having trouble shaking my doldrums. Nonny is coming next week and I have a serious list but right now I don’t feel like doing anything but sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I’m not even in the mood to go downstairs and make hot chocolate.
How would you cheer up an unwilling Scrooge?