So I got off work on Christmas Eve at 8. I went home and then found myself feeling rather melancholy, singing "White Christmas" and crying in the middle of it. I missed my family. I missed having something to do for the holidays besides work. I missed having a christmas tree. Besides a card from my mom and one from my grandmother, I had no presents to open. (I'd actually gone and bought myself a Moleskine journal, so I'd have ONE present. I wrapped it at work using scrap paper.)
I started mixing vanilla vodka with things. It goes great with hot chocolate! Also with diet Coke.
A few drinks in, I decided to make my own damn Christmas. And so I raided my craft drawer and found tissue paper, tinsel, and a string of lights. I cut out green triangles and arranged a tree onto my wall. I found a few things I'd bought but hadn't opened, and wrapped them with the remaining tissue paper. I pulled a Rainbow Brite sock out of my drawer and put a few things in there, too. So then I had a tree. And presents. And a stocking. And I called my mom and my sister, and it was... kind of like Christmas.
I am the awesomest drunk ever.
Presents under a tissue paper tree.
Christmas lights, tea lights
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