It must be something awful being born on New Year’s Eve not to mention Christmas or Christmas Eve—or for that matter any time from mid-December to the early-Jan’s. Fortunately, I was born in March so this is not my concern. But I feel for any and all of you who are burdened by this hardship.
First, there’s the gift thing. What a lousy break. Even I, the Party Girl, give only one gift to very close friends who have birthdays in December while my other friends are recognized both on milestones and at holiday time. But let’s keep that between us.
Second, there’s the party thing. How is it possible not to turn a birthday party between December 5 and January 5 into a holiday party? You tell me. If you have never seen ABC’s Modern Family, go to Hulu and check out Episode 9. Poor Luke’s birthday falls on Thanksgiving, and he’s always given the short end of the stick. They try to make it right, but, well, Fizbo the Clown shows up, and need I say more?
Third and foremost, there’s the guilt. I have two sets of friends who bore children on New Year’s Eve, and every year they stay home because they feel terrible leaving them home with a sitter--or worse yet with their siblings. And they should. Although at some point the kids probably wish they would go and not come back ‘til school starts. But you can’t convince mom and dad. And then there’s us normal people. How can you not spend Christmas or New Year’s with the birthday boy/girl? You must.
The only positive I can glean from this situation is how easy it must be to have a surprise party. And for New Year’s babies…is there a better reason for a slumber party on New Year’s Eve?!
Happy New Year and Happy Birthday if it applies.
The Party Girl