A Christmas Message to All
The tearing of paper.
The giggles of young some-how relatives.
The smiles.
The food!
The tree, decorated to its full potential.
Holiday music playing.
Expectations.
THE LOOK OF DISAPPOINTMENT?
I know, I know. It's the holiday season. But I sign into LJ and I read the holiday updates. They tell of fun times and bad jokes, of unexpected visitors and sights-for-sore-eyes. And then you reach the half-way point. At the middle of nearly every entry there is THE LIST. THE LIST of Christmas gifts received. I now know what five of my friends received from their parents, their grandparents and any other "Santa" in their life. But why do I need to know? Why, when all is said and done, do I have to know that So and So's god mother gave her a sled with a flame on it? I DON'T. Don't take me the wrong way. I love knowing how excited everyone was when they opened their favorite gift. I just feel like, yet again, many of you have lost the meaning of Christmas. On Christmas God gave the greatest gift he could have, even though the people were (for the most part) undeserving. I know not all of you are Christian, or if you are may not believe. But even for those of you who don't holidays are meant to be a celebration of family and friends. Not a celebration of commercialism and materialism.
As for my Christmas?
I celebrated in my usual four-day manner. Mike asked Teresa to marry him and she accepted! (finally, after what? four years?). Ashley joined us in our celebrating and she and Bri had a blast. Kelly is home and I plan to spend time with her. I;ll visit Jackson and Amy and Justin. I'll go to the movies with Devon and Katrin. I'll see Sharon, and Rayna and others. (and somehow, I'll write that darn Coolidge paper). Oh and Katie? Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, since I won't see you over break!
My gifts this year: as given to those I love:
To my mom: Earrings, with little hearts on them that she oggled over at the store
To my sister: Gwen Stefani CD. She forgot to put it on her list for the parents.
To my brother: Haverford Dodgeball T-Shirt. To nuture his inner dork.
To my Dad: DVD set of black and white western TV shows, because he also is a major dork, but its nostalgic too.
To Deb: Earrings, because Ben broke hers.
To Jack: Family Guy Season 2. Because no one can possibly love Brian the Dog more.
Happy Holidays everyone!
See you over Break!!!!!
~Nicole~
The giggles of young some-how relatives.
The smiles.
The food!
The tree, decorated to its full potential.
Holiday music playing.
Expectations.
THE LOOK OF DISAPPOINTMENT?
I know, I know. It's the holiday season. But I sign into LJ and I read the holiday updates. They tell of fun times and bad jokes, of unexpected visitors and sights-for-sore-eyes. And then you reach the half-way point. At the middle of nearly every entry there is THE LIST. THE LIST of Christmas gifts received. I now know what five of my friends received from their parents, their grandparents and any other "Santa" in their life. But why do I need to know? Why, when all is said and done, do I have to know that So and So's god mother gave her a sled with a flame on it? I DON'T. Don't take me the wrong way. I love knowing how excited everyone was when they opened their favorite gift. I just feel like, yet again, many of you have lost the meaning of Christmas. On Christmas God gave the greatest gift he could have, even though the people were (for the most part) undeserving. I know not all of you are Christian, or if you are may not believe. But even for those of you who don't holidays are meant to be a celebration of family and friends. Not a celebration of commercialism and materialism.
As for my Christmas?
I celebrated in my usual four-day manner. Mike asked Teresa to marry him and she accepted! (finally, after what? four years?). Ashley joined us in our celebrating and she and Bri had a blast. Kelly is home and I plan to spend time with her. I;ll visit Jackson and Amy and Justin. I'll go to the movies with Devon and Katrin. I'll see Sharon, and Rayna and others. (and somehow, I'll write that darn Coolidge paper). Oh and Katie? Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, since I won't see you over break!
My gifts this year: as given to those I love:
To my mom: Earrings, with little hearts on them that she oggled over at the store
To my sister: Gwen Stefani CD. She forgot to put it on her list for the parents.
To my brother: Haverford Dodgeball T-Shirt. To nuture his inner dork.
To my Dad: DVD set of black and white western TV shows, because he also is a major dork, but its nostalgic too.
To Deb: Earrings, because Ben broke hers.
To Jack: Family Guy Season 2. Because no one can possibly love Brian the Dog more.
Happy Holidays everyone!
See you over Break!!!!!
~Nicole~