SA 12/8 Holiday Cheer, not Chore
Dec. 8th, 2002 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaBlame the Victorians again for making christmas, as well as white weddings and black mourning, into this HUGE THING. Women, she claims, are the ones who do Christmas. I suppose, in general, we do revert to household top and start ordering the "boys" around like packmules to make sure everything looks festive dammit. But, it was dad who bought the tree and wreaths and holiday centerpieces, needed help with the lights and ornaments, dug up the little tin skaters we displayed on a mirror, the german spinning bell thing with the candles and angels. I wish I knew where the stocking mom knitted for me was. She long replaced it with prettier commercial stockings. But that's the one I miss.
I have really dropped out of all that. I realized this yesterday when I had a sudden overwhelming weariness at the thought of entering a post office to mail a package in December. (But because the bank closed at 12:30, and bills were more urgent, I rushed off to deposit without prepping his gift box for launch.)
I am going to do the trolley thing. spend the day before doing the trolley thing trying to make gingerbread. The morning after the trolley thing assembling the gingerbread into houses, break for a birthday brunch and then have company over to help decorate the houses, whatever form they have taken by then.
Drag people out to look at other lights.
Watch The Ref, perhaps while decorating cookies.
If the Santacon folks contact me in time, I will go and have at least a drink with them today. I am more than a little disappointed to not find out about it until this weekend, since I tried unsuccessfuly to organize a Boston area one last year.
I am probably going to have some sort of king day/little christmas/epiphany event on the 6th, right? But, I have no idea who I should be buying gifts for. Or what they'd want anyway. So, it'll be optional, and probably small since I think it's a monday.
I have dutifully displayed the one (1) holiday greeting card I have so far. I don't have a tree, except for the candle tree, which doesn't do ornaments well. Or the complicated fake back home that I bought for mom but she decided was too much for her to manage when I moved away, so she bought a simpler faux tree.
Someday, perhaps, I will have a life with room for that sort of holiday-ness again. I do miss it, but, to do all that stuff now would just make me long for a family to go with it.
Hey, the Santas called. They'll be at the Burren around 2 pm. Cool.
I have really dropped out of all that. I realized this yesterday when I had a sudden overwhelming weariness at the thought of entering a post office to mail a package in December. (But because the bank closed at 12:30, and bills were more urgent, I rushed off to deposit without prepping his gift box for launch.)
I am going to do the trolley thing. spend the day before doing the trolley thing trying to make gingerbread. The morning after the trolley thing assembling the gingerbread into houses, break for a birthday brunch and then have company over to help decorate the houses, whatever form they have taken by then.
Drag people out to look at other lights.
Watch The Ref, perhaps while decorating cookies.
If the Santacon folks contact me in time, I will go and have at least a drink with them today. I am more than a little disappointed to not find out about it until this weekend, since I tried unsuccessfuly to organize a Boston area one last year.
I am probably going to have some sort of king day/little christmas/epiphany event on the 6th, right? But, I have no idea who I should be buying gifts for. Or what they'd want anyway. So, it'll be optional, and probably small since I think it's a monday.
I have dutifully displayed the one (1) holiday greeting card I have so far. I don't have a tree, except for the candle tree, which doesn't do ornaments well. Or the complicated fake back home that I bought for mom but she decided was too much for her to manage when I moved away, so she bought a simpler faux tree.
Someday, perhaps, I will have a life with room for that sort of holiday-ness again. I do miss it, but, to do all that stuff now would just make me long for a family to go with it.
Hey, the Santas called. They'll be at the Burren around 2 pm. Cool.
