I completely accept and understand the need for interaction with family during the holidays. My two most favorite days of the year include Birthdays and Christmas, because I like to do all the fun and crafty things I do to make gifts. This year has been a bit haphazard, but, you know, very beautiful. I just finished etching some glasses for Daran and Willie. They turned out wonderful. My bed sits full of yarn and I admit I have hot glue stuck in bad places, but cool gifts have been wrapped. I'm so glad I've had these things to distract me actually, because I am being bombarded by Facebook and family, gossip and intrigue, problems I can't solve much less wholly believe (oooh it rhymed).
So of course that was written before Christmas..
Now the wrapping paper has been shed and the orgy of greed has come to its conclusion. I lovingly call Christmas the orgy of greed although it sounds obscene, but when thinking in terms of a kid and waiting until the mad morning of finally getting to rip into everything.. that's what it is. Being one of four kids.. I remember me and my siblings counting packages and comparing sizes and now as a parent I understand how difficult it must have been to make sure fair was fair in the difficult business of pleasing the jealous mongering of four children. I have to say having one child happens to be a luxury and a relief because I don't have to do the agonizing over fairness. I didn't have to figure the secret formula my parents stuck to that me and my siblings vocalized our thoughts on how the system was still rigged.
Ah, those were the times. I bring this up because it preps for the next little gem of a story. My best friend's kid comes in and tells me that Santa ripped her off. Needless to say, I was floored. I have already instilled into my daughter that Santa and I are close friends, and he talks to me about all Christmas decisions, so wow, I was floored by this statement because Nattie would never say it. Many emotions went through my brain, the first of which was to snatch my friend's kid up and lecture her on the finer points about Christmas... but I was still in shock.
Santa brought her a bicycle. The back wheel fell off. These things happen. Elves aren't perfect. Right? You think she said that? Nope. Santa ripped her off.
Her mom was just diagnosed with Crohn's disease and three days out of the hospital. They barely had money for Christmas. My friend is in a shambles and the tire comes off the bicycle.
I wanted to tan this kid's ungrateful behind.
I still feel bad thinking this.
A little.
So of course that was written before Christmas..
Now the wrapping paper has been shed and the orgy of greed has come to its conclusion. I lovingly call Christmas the orgy of greed although it sounds obscene, but when thinking in terms of a kid and waiting until the mad morning of finally getting to rip into everything.. that's what it is. Being one of four kids.. I remember me and my siblings counting packages and comparing sizes and now as a parent I understand how difficult it must have been to make sure fair was fair in the difficult business of pleasing the jealous mongering of four children. I have to say having one child happens to be a luxury and a relief because I don't have to do the agonizing over fairness. I didn't have to figure the secret formula my parents stuck to that me and my siblings vocalized our thoughts on how the system was still rigged.
Ah, those were the times. I bring this up because it preps for the next little gem of a story. My best friend's kid comes in and tells me that Santa ripped her off. Needless to say, I was floored. I have already instilled into my daughter that Santa and I are close friends, and he talks to me about all Christmas decisions, so wow, I was floored by this statement because Nattie would never say it. Many emotions went through my brain, the first of which was to snatch my friend's kid up and lecture her on the finer points about Christmas... but I was still in shock.
Santa brought her a bicycle. The back wheel fell off. These things happen. Elves aren't perfect. Right? You think she said that? Nope. Santa ripped her off.
Her mom was just diagnosed with Crohn's disease and three days out of the hospital. They barely had money for Christmas. My friend is in a shambles and the tire comes off the bicycle.
I wanted to tan this kid's ungrateful behind.
I still feel bad thinking this.
A little.
