I am of two minds when it comes to Christmas. Not because I’m all religious and think that you should remember the reason for the season and all that. I really don’t care about that because, having read way too much on the subject and still having a few functioning brain cells left with which to reason, I have my own peculiar beliefs on that subject which I will not bore you with right now. No, I am of two minds because I want to get gifts for everyone I know or am even just a tiny bit acquainted with but I am fundamentally challenged and so I can’t. Get it? Fundamentally? LOL Sometimes I crack myself up!
I want to see happy faces because someone got exactly what they wanted. I want to see that bright happy look of possibility in the faces of the people I love/like/look at when they get something they want. I love to see the kid come out in adults when they get a really good gift. Not necessarily an expensive gift, or a showy gift, but a thoughtful gift. Something that is just for them. Something that tells them that you thought of them. Something that says that for that one moment in time they were honestly and surely on your mind in a kind and thoughtful fashion.
I like to give people gifts that are unexpected. If I won the lottery I would spend the bulk of it on way cool presents for all the people that I have always wanted to get things for but couldn’t because I am terminally broke. I would start with my family and work my way out. Some things I would have to invent.
I would invent the Wandering Vet an awesome lightweight fold-up self heating/cooling padded tent with solar power that would fold up into a backpack and contain a computer hookup. How cool would that be? I would make an awesome Santa! I would give everyone I know the best and happiest dreams on Christmas Eve of the best and longest day ever with all of their favorite loved ones who aren’t here for the holidays.
However, I am mostly happy this Christmas because I have my mommy, Rocky, with me this Christmas. I’m stoked! I’m revved! And His Highness The Buddha has planned Christmas morning out to a T. We have our places marked out by him as well as what we must be doing. (drinking coffee) He and Princess Bella will be opening gifts on the floor (in photogenic positions) as we drink it. It must be dark outside for some reason, therefore we will have to be up early. I only hope it all lives up to his expectations because Buddha collects these memories like photographs.
Back in my previous life with old Pencil Dick, I hated Christmas with a passion. But life with My Dearest Husband has changed all that. I love Christmas now. I love when it snows now, too. Because I know he will come get me if I get stuck or scared. I even love the fact that I can get scared. I blame him for that. It’s really all his fault. He’s turned me into a big old sissy. Before I met MDH I had never cried over a movie in my life. I mean that literally. Now I’m just a big ball of crybaby. I tell him he’s ruined my rep as a hard ass bitch. He takes full blame. But I digress.
Because of MDH I now love Christmas. Alas, I’m still broke, I haven’t won the lottery, and I’m not magic. I guess I’ll just have to wish that I could give you all everything you wish for in your secret heart of hearts.
So, in the most comforting inner voice you can find, try to hear me saying this: “Merry Christmas! I wish you joy, I wish you comfort, I wish you peace, and I wish you thoughts of those you love and those who love you.” You are in my thoughts not just this time of year but always.