I am soooo not in the Christmas spirit this year. I normally love to do all the things. You know, decorate everything that can have garland wrapped around it, Christmas Tree up Thanksgiving(American) weekend, baking, gifting, more baking.
Not so much this year. It doesn’t even feel like it should be here.
TheBrit and I did go weekend before last and bought a real tree. I haven’t had one in ages. Years ago I bought one of those pre-lit deals. Swore I’d never have a tree I’d have to put lights on again. But I thought, what the heck, maybe the smell of the real deal will put me to rights.
It stood in it’s stand bare for a week. Finally this past Sunday I decided perhaps I should put something on the Frasier Fur that has been sacrificed for my pleasure. So there it is:
I’ve bought one gift. A Star Wars Planetarium for my nephew.
We decided that since we’re not in the jingliest of moods we’d do some things for other people to get outside of ourselves. We saw a panhandler sitting on the corner in nothing but a undershirt, a pair of trousers, and shoes. As we were headed to that hell on earth, otherwise known as Wal-Mart, we decided to get him some boxes of non-perishable food and a hoodie.
We handed it to him, still in the bags, through the car window along with a little cash and wished him a Merry Christmas. He said, “It’s Christmas? I didn’t even know it was. I don’t keep up with it anymore.”
At first TheBrit was a bit concerned as to what he might purchase with the cash. “I don’t care what he does with it,” I said, “If I lived on the street like that I’d probably want a drink, too. Plus, many homeless people who do drink only drink beer as it’s an appetite suppressant and it’s cheap. They don’t necessarily drink to be drunk. The drink to not be hungry.”
Then we went by a local restaurant to pick out a child’s name for the local Tree of Giving campaign. The wish lists are supplied by local school system social workers, The Children’s Advocacy Center, The Methodist Home for Children, The Local Battered Women’s Shelter, The Local Recreation Center and The Sheriff’s Boy’s Ranch. There were only a few names left. We picked one and purchased everything on the child’s list plus a little something extra, wrapped them, and returned them to the drop off location.
I should be more thankful, I know. I have so many reasons to be. I’m still having a humdinger of a humbug. Bah!
I’ll count my three biggest blessings and cuddle with them. Here I am with two of them doing just that(the hubs doesn’t want his countenance published):