Some things you have time to think about when Christmas Eve is not really Christmas Eve...
1) Charlotte Church, although a lovely girl, gives me a bit of the heebie-jeebies. She suffers from what I like to call "Dakota Fanning Syndrome", i.e. talking and acting well beyond her 14 years.
2) Although I still dearly love my home, it doesn't feel the same as it used to. And that's the first time I've felt this way. Perhaps it's because Christmas is delayed, and we're all trying desperately not to think of other families snug in their beds, visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads? But part of me thinks it has something to do with the fact Beef is not in the twin bed next to me, and there's now a cradle in her place. A most favorite replacement, of course! Don't get me wrong! But I think I'll take tonight to offish mourn the end of what used to be... And then I'll eat her share of the BBQ chips...
3) Baby Jesus made (one of) my holiday wishes come true... He brought the rain and made it easier for us "street parkers" to find available spots. However, this also means the roads are relatively snow free, which eliminates any excuse I might find not to run. The three million macaroons I've consumed in the last week have finally reared their ugly head.
4) Christmas Eve is a really long night when it's not really Christmas Eve.
5) Will anyone really notice if I open just one present?
6) Yes, they will.
7) Bert likes the taste of pine needles.
8) Really? Just one? Ya think?
9) I can't do it. Ever since that year mom and dad were out and Beef and I unwrapped all our presents and wrapped them back up again, I haven't had the heart to peek. But I do remember Beef got a see-through telephone, and a really sweet Coconut Joe tracksuit. Dear me... Do you remember Coconut Joe?
10) Last year at this time I was gearing up for Cuba with Dark Horse and Susie. While I'll miss the sunshine and Phase Ten competitions (or lack there of *snort*) I will not miss the ants in my bed, nor the Vodka Sodas.
4 comments:
oh! oh! coconut joe!
i remember the wooden changerooms that were supposed to look like little cabanas.
that's where my sister and i got all our bandanas....
dont open anything.
i still have a coconut joe pin! a big pinkish rectangular one with coconut joe just standing there looking damn cool.
ya, i concur. secretly opening presents takes the fun out and makes that catholic guilt kick in.
p.s. wish bert a merry one for me! (what's he getting from santa?extra milk?!)
lil' fing.
Bert already received a sock monkey on a stick and a bird on a stick from Rebecca's kids, Ian and Grace, both of which he loves (although not as much as fluff). He's also discovered real birds, which he's been obsessively stalking from one window to the other in mom's sunroom. Vair funny to watch. I don't know what he'll do when the sun goes down... Go back to stalking poor Goose?
I'll wish him a very merry for you!
p.p.s. I also miss Beaver Canoe, but who doesn't...
I had a see-through phone. So. Cool.
And Charlotte Chruch has to have aged by now? She must be older than 14.
It's sad when home starts not feeling like home, but good too. You will make new traditions. You and Connor can sneak around opening presents when no one is looking.
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