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Well, I’ve gone and done it again. I abandoned my blog a second time for a month and a half, even though I said I wasn’t going to do that again. Well I’m sorry, I just suck. There’s no other excuse but that.
I had a weird thing lately, I became disinterested…if that makes any sense. I was all fired up for NaNoWriMo, and a few days in fizzled out and for some reason just started avoiding the internet because of that? I haven’t been reading as much, or writing at all…I dunno, I’m weird that’s all there is to it.
So, ’tis the season as they say! I love Christmas, there’s just something about it that brings out hope in me, and connects me to my inner child. Wait, what am I talking about…. I’m always connected to my inner child! Ahem, anyway, we all know (unless you’ve been under a rock) that there has been a major tragedy in this country – in this world of ours – and I can’t do anything to help that, or change it. What I can do is think about some of my favorite Christmas memories!
- “But mom, I don’t know how to react!” – My mom knows this saying of mine, and she knows it well! You’d think kids would love getting gifts, but I didn’t! OK…it’s not like I didn’t like getting gifts, I just didn’t like opening gifts in front of the person that gave it to me. They’d be all wide-eyed with glee and anticipation waiting for me to squeal with delight after opening their gift…and I always had anxiety trying to perform well enough. I mean, if I didn’t like something it wasn’t that I was ungrateful or hateful, I just could not pretend to be super happy about something I didn’t like….oh it used to tear me up. I love my granny more than any person that has ever lived, but she used to get me terrible sweaters. Oh it was torture trying to pretend I really loved them.
- “Hey, what’s that on the porch, did your friend Amy leave her bike over here last night?” – Gee I dunno Dad let me look…and OH MY GOSH SANTA LEFT ME A BIKE ON THE PORCH DAD COME LOOK IT’S SOOOOO COOL! Well…that time I did not have to fake my reaction to the gift!
- “Don’t touch that chalkboard!” – One year when I was maybe 7 or so, Santa brought me a little kitchen set. It had a stove, oven, sink, pots and pans, cabinets and a little chalkboard where you could write memos or whatnot on. After Santa delivered my kitchen set, he wrote a note on it, “Merry Christmas, Laura!” Can you imagine!? I had Santa’s autograph! I was so proud of it, I couldn’t bear to erase it. Then, one day mid-summer my cousin came to visit. I thought I was going to die – he erased my message from Santa! Well, even if it was gone I still knew that at one point I had Santa’s autograph!
- “A chain, a chain, a chain, a chain, a chain, a chain, a chain, a chain…” – Do you have younger siblings. Lovely things they are, yes? Well my little sister Kelly was the epitome of a total spazzmoid. She’s 6 years younger than I am, and took such great pleasure in terrorizing me and driving me absolutely nutters. One Christmas season we were making one of those paper chains out of green and red paper, where you break off one chain each day to count down to Christmas. Well, for some reason Kelly started saying “a chain” over and over and over, I mean she wouldn’t stop! And then she realized she was driving me absolutely batty so that just egged her on to do it even more. Ah, family. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them!
- “Kelly, please go back to sleep!” – My sister Kelly was 2, so that put me at around 8. Christmas Eve was a Friday night, and I know that because TGIF was on TV (anyone remember that? Ah, the 90’s…good times…good times…) Anyway I had to watch TGIF, it was a mortal sin otherwise. Kelly, however, was already in bed. Mom always did this thing for some reason where on Christmas Eve Kelly and I had to sleep in the same bed….I think it was so we’d keep each other in check or something, I dunno. Anyhow after I was done with my TGIF I got in the bed, which woke Kelly up. And she didn’t go back sleep. At all. That meant Santa couldn’t come! He won’t come if you’re awake, you know. I was in a panic, what would happen if Santa couldn’t come? Thankfully my step-dad took her out for a drive, looking for Santa’s sleigh in the sky. When they came back Santa had come! I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed on Christmas morning – to a house full of zombies! They all crashed and there I was alone on Christmas with a pile of toys. I told you she was a major spadzmoid!
I love the memories of Christmas past. Even though I have to deal with being an ole grown up and Santa doesn’t come to visit me anymore…I still hold onto the fact that at one time when I was younger I had Santa’s autograph.
I’m trying to raise $100 for my local Salvation Army to help local folks in need, none of this money comes to me in any form or fashion – it goes straight to the Salvation Army. If you could spare at least $1 I would really appreciate it. Click here for my online red kettle.
PS to my blogger friends, I’m sorry I’ve sucked at reading blogs this past month!