Christmas Blues
Christmas is only two weeks away. I don’t get that all-encompasing feeling like I used to when I was growing up. I spend every Christmas now trying to figure out why that is. Is it because everyone has so many places to go to? Is it because I have to find the gifts (I’m a terrible gift giver. I never know what to get.)? Or is it simply because I’m not a child anymore?
These days I work all around the holidays and Jerry has the store open, just like any other day. No matter how early I start, it always seems like I’m trying to find that one last gift. It’s very rarely that I don’t know what I’m getting (which is a mixed blessing. I do get stuff I want that way.)
When my brother and I were younger, Christmas Eve meant fighting, laughing, running, arguing, etc, etc at my mom’s parents’ house with my many, many cousins. There was tons of wonderful food and the older cousins figured out that if we did the dishes we’d get to open our presents faster.
Christmas morning happened the same way every year. My brother would get up at a crazy hour to see what Santa had left under the tree, then he’d run to me (whether I was on the couch because I was sick, yet again, or in my bed) and ask if I wanted to know what Santa had brought me. I believe I always said no, but that could just be the way I want to remember it. Eventually he would make enough noise that my parents would give up and get out of bed. We’d open our gifts from them and then my mom would start cooking for my dad’s side of the family, which we would have at our house, my uncle’s or my grandparents’.
When we were a little older, we gained two more Christmas’ to go to. They weren’t the rambunctious gatherings we were used to, but still highly amusing. I will never forget one certain trip to my step-dad’s family gathering when my sister was just starting to talk (you’d never believe my brother and I would urge her to say things she shouldn’t, would you?).
The week between Christmas and New Year’s was the best of the year. We didn’t have to go to school and we could play with our toys. We usually had an extended bedtime and our only responsibility was to feed the sheep.
Maybe this year I’ll try to loosen up, not worry about every little thing. Who knows what might happen?
17 Fabulous Prequels To Broadway Musicals
17 Fabulous Prequels To Broadway Musicals
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- Kate, We Haven’t Been Introduced
- Bar Mitzvah of La Mancha
- Sand And Primer Your Wagon
- A Chorus Dot
- Fiddler Borrows A Ladder
- Little Business Plan of Horrors
- A Star’s Mom Allows A Handsome Stranger To Buy Her A Drink
- Indian Territory!
- The Guy Who Is A Little Intense But Keeps To Himself And Isn’t Really Bothering Anyone Of The Opera
- Annie There’s A Waiting Period
- Kittens
- Brand New Acquaintance Joey
- Handshake Of The Spider Woman
- Jesus Christ Waiter
- Starlight Right-of-Way Allocation And Environmental Impact Study
- Vocal Warm-ups On A Cloudy Day
- West Side Backstory
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