SANTAAA!!! I KNOW HIM!!
[This post should come with a warning...here you go: WARNING...blogger is happy]
And I have officially, full-on caught the Christmas fever. We had the tree up a little over a week ago. I had been doing a bit of shopping here and there. I've neen listening to Christmas music, except for of course in the morning, a time when I can't stand too much happiness. But now, I'm actually feeling it. Mark and I went to din and then finished up the Christmas shopping together this evening. I think that was the first time that we have ever done a bit of Christmas shopping together. Then we came home, and ever since then I've been making picture gifts on Snapfish (btw...if you're interested in 20 free 4x6 prints, give me your email, and I'll hook you up! They have great deals otherwise too!), listening to Christmas music all the while as well. Now I'm excited.
I cannot believe, though, that we actually have school next Monday and Tuesday. Yea, yea, "teachers get too much time off, teachers complain too much, teachers don't need more pay, teachers have a job that is not important whatsoever"...you do my job... The thing is, if we (teachers) knew that Monday and Tuesday would actually be productive, we probably wouldn't mind so much. The end of this week is hardly productive already, though. With the holiday fever buzzing, performances, dances... Then, Monday students come for half a day...yea...my fourteen year olds who actually decide to show are really going to retain a lot of valuable knowledge that day. And better...Tuesday. Tuesday we sit in a meeting and fight amongst ourselves while I (newbie teacher slash faculty senate prez...yea, double-you, tee, eff, I know!) try to help these people, who are supposedly more mature/wise than me, make a decision about something I most likely know nothing about. That's for the first one to two hours of that day. Then we go sit in our room until lunch. Go to lunch with someone we trust. Bitch. Then come back and pretend to be productive for a few more hours. Seriously. Fortunately I think I'm excited enough for the holiday that all that won't end up mattering anyway...never does.
I think I might actually be given the responsibility of contributing to the food selection this year for a couple family get-togethers. My sister and I get to make the brownies! That makes me feel semi-grownup. I'm looking forward to all the family time too. It's my favorite part of it all. And getting Christmas cards and decorating the doorways with them. And making gifts. And baking/cooking. And hosting. And eating, drinking, and being merry.
Are you ready to tell me to stfu yet? I'm happy, damnit, let me be. "Catch some gd cheer!!" That's what my grandma would say, except she wouldn't be so careful as to say gd. Speaking of her, I might make some f'ing rolls this year. No lie, that's what she called them, except of course she wasn't so worried about saying f'ing either. She used to always make these cinnamon rolls for Christmas every year. She would give them to all the families on Christmas Eve (my mom, her youngest daughter, has 8 siblings). I don't know what everyone else did with them, but we would always warm them up and have them while opening presents on Christmas morning. I'm sure at one point they were just Norma's rolls, but then came grandchildren and they were Gran Gran's rolls. Then she got older and cruder (not to mention even more fabulous), and they became f'ing rolls. Then she became so fabulous that she didn't even have to make them anymore, they were that legendary. Finally, well, now it's up to one of us to try to make some fucking rolls. These things were even mentioned in her obituary; there we called them "'fabulous' rolls". I miss her. I should probably spread some gd cheer and make some f'ing rolls for some people this year.
"Through the years we all will be together if the fates allow." Merry early Christmas.