Good middle mid-morning dolls!
I hope the first day of December is treating you all like the royalty you are. As I woke up and realized that it was going to be a scarf kind of morning, I took a deep breath and smiled at a single thought: The holidays are among us. I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t I realize this when I was devouring that poor bird last week? Why didn’t this notion hit me as I shook my head when I passed the overcrowded parking lots of various shopping establishments as I traveled to work on Black Friday *shakes fist at Corporate America*?
Well, in all honesty, there’s just something about December. In November, everyone is full and lethargic and impatient and angry because you’re blocking their $5.99 bread maker. (They know they’re not gonna use that bread maker! Don’t hiss at me. There’s seven hundred of them in the back, lady. Geeez.) But then December comes. Ah, December, how I love you so. The chill in the air carries the slight scent of cinnamon and everyone is extremely giddy for no good reason. I love it.
However, there are some concerns that come along with the holiday season. My favorite? That family member that you haven’t seen in umpteen years who pops up out of nowhere, bearing a gift that you didn’t ask for and/or can’t recognize. There’s usually awkward hugging and lots of forced smiling involved. And they’re always donning holiday garb. As if, by some miracle from on high, the reindeer sweater with the light-up nose is supposed to make the situation any more acceptable.
What’s the strangest gift you’ve ever gotten from the infamous pseudo family member? Mine has to be a Wal-Mart gift card. Again, I know what you’re wondering. “Why, Cat? A Wal-Mart gift card sounds like a wonderful gift!”
Sure. It is a wonderful gift. When it hasn’t been used by the gift-giver months before they decided to give it to you. The card came with the cautionary phrase: “I don’t know how much is on the card. I can’t remember how much I spent the last time I used it.” Don’t get me wrong podlings, I was thankful. That was $11.32 that didn’t have to come from my bank account. However, it’s probably not the best idea to re-gift a used gift card. Just sayin’.
On a lighter note. Let the Christmas Music begin! If you’re anything like Dallas, you have been letting the silver bells ring since Thanksgiving night. And why not? Christmas Music just makes you feel better. Don’t believe me? Open your ears, my dears:
Bing Crosby – It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
Happy Holidays!!
Cat
