Aww. It's so sweet.
Well, Christmas is coming, and I'm a stupidly excited for the season to roll into full swing. It's not so strange that when I worked in retail, I silently raged at the fact that Christmas cards and decor were being sold before Thanksgiving was even here. I was something of a zealot, even.
To my surprise, the first Christmas after I stopped working at the bookstore, I found...well... I enjoyed the season. I realized I actually really like twinkling lights, and the smell of evergreen and cinnamon, and good things baking. I like scarves and hats, and figuring out gifts for various people I love. I like the foods of the season, as well--gingerbread cookies (decorated as our favorite literary characters, according to family tradition. Captain Ahab always featured prominently because whoever made him got to bite his leg off) cranberry bread, butter tarts, savory stuffing, various apple concoctions, hot cocoa, etc...
I've come to the conclusion that, stress of retail during the Holidays aside, the thing that made the difference was not having to listen to forty versions of "Santa Baby" for 9 hours a day, two months straight. More about Christmas music later.
In the mean time, I'm a bit thrilllllled, because I have the Boy's Christmas gift, and it will rock his socks off. He's a tough one to get presents for. It's rare that I'm able to afford anything that he really would just adore, so I'm excited to give this to him. He will love it. That's the best part. And you know the second best part? It was free. God bless folk who keep brand new neat stuff unused in their basement for seven years. You know who you are!
And now to see if I can manage to wait for Christmas to give it to him. Ten bucks says I can't.
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