SA 12/14 AfterSanta Syndrome
Dec. 14th, 2002 05:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaThe worst christmas is not when you stop believing in Santa.
It is often when you are unexpectedly alone, a recent death or divorce.
Or, when you are just always alone. Single women do not Norman Rockwell families make.
You skip the traditions and festivities because they weren't meant for you.
Then you fall apart because some pointless triviality turned out to be one of your rocks.
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Ok, I'm going to side with her on this one.
It's not just to hear my roommate rant about the horrors of holiday decor. I tape up the holiday cards because it feels festive. I displayed mom's care package of gifts because they're pretty.
There appears to be a Tiffany box (but she stockpiles tiffany blue wrapping paper), something pre-wrapped inNeedless MarkUp Neiman Marcus paper, and the annual engraved silver ornament she sends to all the girls. (I didn't automatically count as a girl. I had to ask to be added to that list. She figured it was too Martha Stewart for me.)
I need to dig out the previous Christmas Balls, polish them, and hang them in the windows or something.
I have started new traditions, like being trolley tour guide in spite of the crap ass weather today.
Granted, I am fighting a losing battle with The Gingerbread House at the moment.
It never was a tradition in my family. There have been all sorts of unexpected twists and turns in the recipe. I know I didn't use up all my baking powder. Why is it gone? And it's good that I didn't assume I had Blackstrap molasses, since I don't, and it's not like the other kinds of dark molasses anyway. I got the bake batter, let sit for hours, assemble house, let sit for hours bits. But totally missed the make batter, let sit part, which is why I'm writing this instead.
Because, not only is there a big wet trolley in the middle of all this, there's now a concert, and possibly a party. So, in order to keep to the plan, I get to cook gingerbread after midnight, make royal icing between batches in the oven, and get up before 11 am to assemble the house, before a birthday brunch and an art opening for a show I'm in...
THIS was supposed to be a slow weekend...
Next weekend... nope.
Perhaps I should marry/breed simply to free up my social calendar.
What am I thinking?
It is often when you are unexpectedly alone, a recent death or divorce.
Or, when you are just always alone. Single women do not Norman Rockwell families make.
You skip the traditions and festivities because they weren't meant for you.
Then you fall apart because some pointless triviality turned out to be one of your rocks.
::
Ok, I'm going to side with her on this one.
It's not just to hear my roommate rant about the horrors of holiday decor. I tape up the holiday cards because it feels festive. I displayed mom's care package of gifts because they're pretty.
There appears to be a Tiffany box (but she stockpiles tiffany blue wrapping paper), something pre-wrapped in
I need to dig out the previous Christmas Balls, polish them, and hang them in the windows or something.
I have started new traditions, like being trolley tour guide in spite of the crap ass weather today.
Granted, I am fighting a losing battle with The Gingerbread House at the moment.
It never was a tradition in my family. There have been all sorts of unexpected twists and turns in the recipe. I know I didn't use up all my baking powder. Why is it gone? And it's good that I didn't assume I had Blackstrap molasses, since I don't, and it's not like the other kinds of dark molasses anyway. I got the bake batter, let sit for hours, assemble house, let sit for hours bits. But totally missed the make batter, let sit part, which is why I'm writing this instead.
Because, not only is there a big wet trolley in the middle of all this, there's now a concert, and possibly a party. So, in order to keep to the plan, I get to cook gingerbread after midnight, make royal icing between batches in the oven, and get up before 11 am to assemble the house, before a birthday brunch and an art opening for a show I'm in...
THIS was supposed to be a slow weekend...
Next weekend... nope.
Perhaps I should marry/breed simply to free up my social calendar.
What am I thinking?
