Ah, Christmas. My least busy time of year. We sit around the fire as a family and drink hot cocoa from coffee mugs that never spill, and light pretty candles to make the room smell like gingerbread. Presents magically appear under the tree, and we each unwrap our hearts' desires with bright, white smiles and shrieks of joy. We spend the rest of the week lounging in our matching plaid pajamas, wearing hand-knit sweaters and reading classic novels in the wee hours of the morning...
Ha [snort]. Yeah, right.
My Christmas break sounds like something from a movie played fast-forward. I've baked hundreds of cookies so far--literally, hundreds... probably somewhere near three or four hundred--and the celebrations have already begun. I did my last-minute shopping at, well, the last minute, and I am bewildered to proclaim that the holidays shall now commence.
Yesterday was my "Christmas Eve" with my father, and today was our "Christmas Day." I spend tonight and tomorrow with my mother and her immediate family. Wednesday I'm with my dad's family, and I spend the weekend [Friday-Sunday] at my dad's as well. The 31st and 1st are quite obviously dedicated to a New Year's get-together, and the 2nd of January is Thena's birthday.
Thursday is my only day off, in case you can't exactly picture the week in your head as I am right now [because, of course, you're suddenly panicked and overwhelmed]. All but Thursday are peppered with plans.
It's not that I don't like Christmas; it's that I get an overdose. I love my family and I love my friends. I love to give my cousins and aunts and uncles gifts.
Anything can be "good" for you if it's taken in moderation. But a surplus is just... well, a surplus. Let's hope that I can push through this week and still keep a smile on my face.
Happy Christmas, everyone. Rest as much as you can. :]
15 years ago
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