christmas time again.
im not exactly "bah humbug" when it comes to christmas. im not exactly "jolly old st. geoffery" either.
george and my parents happen to live in colorado. land of ski-bunnies and snow boarders. tra la tra la. everywhere you go there are pictures of santa, lit up reindeer and banners of christmas trees lining the streets.
my brother and I are a year and 4 months apart.( we are not twins, contrary to popular belief.) could this have caused some christmas anxiety for myself? maybe. especially when that blue sweater, or those cool stone washed jeans, looked oddly similar to ones george had gotten the year before. as was the case until i spawned an extra 5 inches.
heaven forbid my parents would have to shop for 2, instead of one.
my father, a largely intimdating but very cordial and sweet man, would have us line up "smallest to tallest" or "oldest to youngest" in the order we would get to the tree. again, i suffered in this right from the time i was about 10 all the way up until last christmas.
don't get me wrong. i have great memories of george and i sneaking down to the tree christmas eve and snooping, then at exactly 4:30am christmas day jumping on our parents bed. this was cute until we were both in high school and almost crushed mom one morning.
when i went away to europe for a year to play pro-soccer for a year in austria, my entire family came over for the week before christmas, but i didn't get to spend the actual day of "christmas" with my family. i had a game and i had to play. so my day was spent running up and down a snow-covered field like an idiot somewhere in czech-republic. the rest of my family was eating ham and opening presents.
im not "bah humbug" about christmas. but i think i've lost the spirit somewhere. and this year, being that ive gotten the virtual axe from 7th heaven i'm not really feeling extra charitable. i could sit on my couch and pout about this for the rest of the season. but i wont.
i'll suck it up and go to the stores and buy stuff for my mom and dad and george and my friends and distant relatives whose names i hardly remember. i'll fly home to colorado, gag down the sight of the christmas trees and the santas and the lights up the ying yang. i'll eat the ham and the candied yams and sing carols around the fire. i might even jump on mom and dad's bed christmas morning.
grrr, i want the christmas spirit back. can someone please tell me where to find it?
george and my parents happen to live in colorado. land of ski-bunnies and snow boarders. tra la tra la. everywhere you go there are pictures of santa, lit up reindeer and banners of christmas trees lining the streets.
my brother and I are a year and 4 months apart.( we are not twins, contrary to popular belief.) could this have caused some christmas anxiety for myself? maybe. especially when that blue sweater, or those cool stone washed jeans, looked oddly similar to ones george had gotten the year before. as was the case until i spawned an extra 5 inches.
heaven forbid my parents would have to shop for 2, instead of one.
my father, a largely intimdating but very cordial and sweet man, would have us line up "smallest to tallest" or "oldest to youngest" in the order we would get to the tree. again, i suffered in this right from the time i was about 10 all the way up until last christmas.
don't get me wrong. i have great memories of george and i sneaking down to the tree christmas eve and snooping, then at exactly 4:30am christmas day jumping on our parents bed. this was cute until we were both in high school and almost crushed mom one morning.
when i went away to europe for a year to play pro-soccer for a year in austria, my entire family came over for the week before christmas, but i didn't get to spend the actual day of "christmas" with my family. i had a game and i had to play. so my day was spent running up and down a snow-covered field like an idiot somewhere in czech-republic. the rest of my family was eating ham and opening presents.
im not "bah humbug" about christmas. but i think i've lost the spirit somewhere. and this year, being that ive gotten the virtual axe from 7th heaven i'm not really feeling extra charitable. i could sit on my couch and pout about this for the rest of the season. but i wont.
i'll suck it up and go to the stores and buy stuff for my mom and dad and george and my friends and distant relatives whose names i hardly remember. i'll fly home to colorado, gag down the sight of the christmas trees and the santas and the lights up the ying yang. i'll eat the ham and the candied yams and sing carols around the fire. i might even jump on mom and dad's bed christmas morning.
grrr, i want the christmas spirit back. can someone please tell me where to find it?