Christmas time this year has been somewhat different from years previous. For one thing I have a child who is now old enough to be devious. She doesn't overtly snoop for things, but she is just clueless enough to walk into a room at the most inopportune moment. So I am going to have to take a look around our new house and figure out which is the most suitable hiding place.
I still have a few more things to buy. After that it's just stocking stuffers and I can officialy consider myself finished. It has been a busy holiday season so far. Not without stress as things for us are extremely tight this year. But we have also managed to add a few traditions. I put christmas lights up on our home, we decorated a gingerbread house, and my daughter sung christmas carols at the hospital. Overall it has been really good and we have enjoyed ourselves. Next on the list of things to do is some christmas baking. Should be interesting.
Shopping is definately going better this year. So far I haven't had much trouble finding the items I'm looking for. Although I don't relish the claustrophobic feelings associated with cramming ridiculous numbers of anxious and moody consumers into stores unable to accommodate them. I still a sucker for the decorations, the holiday music, and the festive merriment. There is something I often wonder about though, and I saw it again today. I notice an almost a dissociative stare on everyone's face. I can understand it from the perspective of wanting to get it done and over with, or whatever. But I sincerely hope I don't look that way. I certainly wouldn't want to project myself as merely trying to survive the christmas season, without taking the time to stop and enjoy it.
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