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Today it is icy outside.
Cold and icy.
Icy and cold
My friends are coming home for christmas. I am....happy. But things are going to be different. Way different. Because we have all experienced different things. Enjoyed the freedom of growing up, and out, and around. Of learning, hoping, being disappointed, and without the comfort of shared memories and home and friends. It is trajic that we must all grow. Apart. But maybe christmas will bring us back together.
Yesterday at FCS we had a customer who was talking to me about how she refuses to bring up her child with the whole santa ideal. She doesnt want him to buy into all that. She has some very interesting views. And I ruined Santa for Berkeley yesterday. I didnt mean to. Mike and I were wrapping presents really late at night, and since mom and dad are divorcing, I am incharge of wrapping presents, and I wrote Santa on some of them, and when we were all done wrapping I told Mike to take the presents out and put them under the tree. I totally spaced that some of them said Santa, and the next morning Berk says to Dad "Daddy, did Santa come early this year?"
I felt so HORRIBLE! HE is 10, almost 11, in January, and I ruined it for him! I am a terrible sister. I suck. I am a santa killer!
Cold and icy.
Icy and cold
My friends are coming home for christmas. I am....happy. But things are going to be different. Way different. Because we have all experienced different things. Enjoyed the freedom of growing up, and out, and around. Of learning, hoping, being disappointed, and without the comfort of shared memories and home and friends. It is trajic that we must all grow. Apart. But maybe christmas will bring us back together.
Yesterday at FCS we had a customer who was talking to me about how she refuses to bring up her child with the whole santa ideal. She doesnt want him to buy into all that. She has some very interesting views. And I ruined Santa for Berkeley yesterday. I didnt mean to. Mike and I were wrapping presents really late at night, and since mom and dad are divorcing, I am incharge of wrapping presents, and I wrote Santa on some of them, and when we were all done wrapping I told Mike to take the presents out and put them under the tree. I totally spaced that some of them said Santa, and the next morning Berk says to Dad "Daddy, did Santa come early this year?"
I felt so HORRIBLE! HE is 10, almost 11, in January, and I ruined it for him! I am a terrible sister. I suck. I am a santa killer!