My daughter’s birthday is on the Fourth of July, which is definitely one of the better holidays to have your birthday on. For years she used to think that all the fireworks and celebrations were just for her birthday. The same is true for a friend of mine who was born on New Year’s Day. Everyone is always in a great mood at midnight when she turns a year older. Unfortunately, they are usually surly, sullen, and hungover on her actual birthday the next day.
Then there’s me. I am born on Christmas Eve. Being a Christmas baby sounds like it would be a great thing but it actually has a number of downsides. First there is the inevitable Combo-Gift. This is the lame gift someone will give me that isn’t even a good single occasion gift, and yet they call it a combination x-mas/birthday gift as though that gives it some added importance and value. The truth is, a curling iron is a stinky gift, no matter what you call it… especially when you have extremely short hair.
Then there is the fact that there are very few restaurants that are open on Christmas Eve. When I was growing up, every year we would either have my birthday dinner at a Chinese restaurant or a deli. Is it any wonder that now, as an adult, I crave egg rolls on my birthday?
I don’t really mind that my birthday presents are usually wrapped in x-mas paper, or my birthday cards are often Christmas cards that have “… and Happy Birthday” written in on the bottom. I have gotten used to people at the DMV looking at my driver’s license and, upon seeing my birth date, saying “Oh, you’re a Christmas baby. That must stink.” To which I say, “Not as much as standing here at the DMV having you make stupid comments about my birthday.”
All of this doesn’t really bother me so much. What bothers me about having a birthday on Christmas Eve, is sometimes, I get forgotten. With all the parties, and hoopla, there have been times my birthday has gotten lost in the holiday shuffle. I used to get pretty upset about this but now I use it to my advantage. Sometime after the holidays, someone will say to me, “How was your holiday,” and I will say, “Good… it was my birthday.” Their face will drop and they will apologize profusely for forgetting me and then they will beg for forgiveness and ask, “What would you like for your birthday?’
“Hmmm,” I will say thoughtfully. “How about an egg roll?”
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