Darkest Night of the Year
Winter Solstice, that's what I am talking about! Not a personalized depression. Although, in years past, my winter blues definitely hit a peak, or perhaps I should say a low about this time. My friend Larry says that Christmas just isn't the same this year. I am halfway cheerful, I have almost all my shopping done, and most of that actually wrapped. I don't walk around muttering "I hate my f'ing life", life seems to actually be liveable.
Weird.
Because usually this time of year, I haven't started shopping yet, I haven't put a tree up, I haven't had a chance to even think about Christmas except in a "looming" ominous sort of a way. On December 24th, I would be found slumped over a cart in WalMart, listlessly pushing my way through the crowds, blinking back my tears. My friends Lisa and Larry would accompany me, not because they had any shopping to complete, but it was their way of supporting me. They would pull things off the shelf, shove them in front of my lowered head, and tell me that so and so would love this. I would blink blearily at them, ask "Really? Do you think so?" and then put it in my cart and shuffle on.
A holiday tradition. It just isn't the same without it.
But just for old times sake, I am saving just a couple of presents until the last minute, I just have to see the frenzied shoppers on Christmas Eve, buying all those inappropriate last minute selections that they agonize over for a full 10 seconds before moving on.
Or maybe I won't, maybe I will finish on December 23rd, or even the 22nd. What is my world coming to?
Weird.
Because usually this time of year, I haven't started shopping yet, I haven't put a tree up, I haven't had a chance to even think about Christmas except in a "looming" ominous sort of a way. On December 24th, I would be found slumped over a cart in WalMart, listlessly pushing my way through the crowds, blinking back my tears. My friends Lisa and Larry would accompany me, not because they had any shopping to complete, but it was their way of supporting me. They would pull things off the shelf, shove them in front of my lowered head, and tell me that so and so would love this. I would blink blearily at them, ask "Really? Do you think so?" and then put it in my cart and shuffle on.
A holiday tradition. It just isn't the same without it.
But just for old times sake, I am saving just a couple of presents until the last minute, I just have to see the frenzied shoppers on Christmas Eve, buying all those inappropriate last minute selections that they agonize over for a full 10 seconds before moving on.
Or maybe I won't, maybe I will finish on December 23rd, or even the 22nd. What is my world coming to?
posted by shadylady @ 8:37 PM
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