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i am on the eve of the christmas season. to me it starts the day after thanksgiving. that's when i bust out the charlie brown christmas soundtrack, and wash my socks twice as often, because i have to wear two pairs to keep warm; at least, i did in chicago. in texas i was my socks twice as often all year round, because i sweat so damn much in this wanna be tropical climate. but alas, the temperatures are dropping to a brisque 60 degrees, gasp! just enough to bring out a sweater.
i really love the christmas season though. i'm sure some people's season doesn't start until they get out of school for two weeks, but i start mine as soon as possible. i'm happiest during christmas, generally. i love spending vast amounts of money on gifts, for as many people as i can afford to. its usually not a lot, but i do my best. all humilty aside, i love having vast amounts of money spent on me. but this year, i just want to see richard's face when he *----------deleted----------*, which i'm going to do for him, if i can pull it off.
unfortunately, my mom seems the most miserable during the christmas season. until christmas day, at least. i'll try not to be such a beligerant bastard this year.
with all my expectations and excitement, christmas never seems to come in texas. the stairwell picture every year seems more and more fake. i left that tradition at the homewood house. christmas in texas just feels completely fabricated. our light up santa clause really symbolizes how i feel; he's decked out in white fur, red parka, black boots, with plastic snow on his hat and shoulders. i'd feel better if he was wearing swimming trunks and sun glasses. two seasons ago, we got an inch of snow; i cried. and then i had a motherfuckin' snowball fight. it was a first for so many of my friends, and they understood why i love the north. i just get homesick at christmas, but i make the best of it anyway.
i'm going to st. louis next week. saturday, actually. the low that night is 31 degrees, with 70% humidity. that's potential snow. i'm bring my scarf. i think i've worn it twice since i got it. i'm as excited about the weather as i am about seeing my brother.
bonjour.
[werd]
i really love the christmas season though. i'm sure some people's season doesn't start until they get out of school for two weeks, but i start mine as soon as possible. i'm happiest during christmas, generally. i love spending vast amounts of money on gifts, for as many people as i can afford to. its usually not a lot, but i do my best. all humilty aside, i love having vast amounts of money spent on me. but this year, i just want to see richard's face when he *----------deleted----------*, which i'm going to do for him, if i can pull it off.
unfortunately, my mom seems the most miserable during the christmas season. until christmas day, at least. i'll try not to be such a beligerant bastard this year.
with all my expectations and excitement, christmas never seems to come in texas. the stairwell picture every year seems more and more fake. i left that tradition at the homewood house. christmas in texas just feels completely fabricated. our light up santa clause really symbolizes how i feel; he's decked out in white fur, red parka, black boots, with plastic snow on his hat and shoulders. i'd feel better if he was wearing swimming trunks and sun glasses. two seasons ago, we got an inch of snow; i cried. and then i had a motherfuckin' snowball fight. it was a first for so many of my friends, and they understood why i love the north. i just get homesick at christmas, but i make the best of it anyway.
i'm going to st. louis next week. saturday, actually. the low that night is 31 degrees, with 70% humidity. that's potential snow. i'm bring my scarf. i think i've worn it twice since i got it. i'm as excited about the weather as i am about seeing my brother.
bonjour.
[werd]